Seed Seed, so tightly wound, a tiny world waiting for rain, rays, and welcoming ground to uncage your dream unfurl your flag create this intention of brown and bright green. Stem and leaves growing as you open to the earth, your small hands reach out like rivulets, upward flowing toward the nurturing sun. Seed, this is the hope you hold, our heritage wrapped up in just one small ovule, bud, grain, to place in our pockets, save for our children who, like us, will pray for rain, for many good seeds that send green hands up through generous soil to proliferate, proffer, feed the world. We plant and plow for those in the womb and onward to the white haired among us, believing now is the time to end hunger. Seed, your dream is our harvest. Together we nourish, embody your wonder. Here is the link to Zeina's video of her reading her poem: https://youtu.be/WspyzkYdjuE Zeina Azzam is a Palestinian American poet, writer, editor, and community activist. Her poems have been published in a number of literary journals and anthologies including Pleiades, Sukoon Magazine, Mizna, Split this Rock, Cordite Poetry Review, Making Mirrors: Writing/Righting by Refugees, and Gaza Unsilenced. She serves on the board of Growing Palestine, an organization that supports farmers in the West Bank and Gaza. Zeina holds an M.A. in Arabic literature from Georgetown University. Photo credit: Jeff Norman
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PoemsThese poems were submitted for the 2020 WFD Poetry Competition Archives
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