seed poetry

my mother once won a blue ribbon at the minnesota state fair seed art competition, where artists arrange seeds of different sizes, colors, and textures to create painterly compositions. i have lately been wanting to do more asemic writing, but i was stuck. it’s not usual for me to be stuck. but nothing was speaking to me (pun intended). today, with the help of my husband steve, and inspiration from mom, i started working with seeds. not seed art. seed poetry. asemic seed poetry…but with him at my side. and her in my mind.

p.s. if you can enlarge your screen, take a look at the incredible texture on those itty bitty seeds. seriously, who knew? i always assumed they were just smooth little BBs.

poppy seeds