little seeds (20170304)

Posted on March 4, 2017 by crow

the cosmic farmer plants a seed
a small black hole in every sun
some will sprout in that plasma

we plant a seed of darkness too
in every beating human heart
no coincidence that blood is hot

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I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington. View all posts by crow

Jane Dougherty March 5, 201712:41 am

Nice piece of rhythmic non-rhyming with a no-nonsense slap between the eyes finish. Like it!
1. crow March 5, 20177:12 am
  
  Thank you so much. I thought about trying to work in a rhyme. I’m glad it has rhythm.
  1. Jane Dougherty March 5, 20177:18 am
    
    It does, and a rhyme would be superfluous.
Poet Rummager March 6, 20172:12 am

Blood is almost as hot as your talent. Burn, baby, burn! 🙂
1. crow March 6, 20176:06 am
  
  Ha ha ha 🔥🔥🔥🔥
onecarriage March 8, 20179:45 pm

I love this!!!
1. crow March 8, 201711:23 pm
  
  Thank you. It kind of feels like one a parable.
merrildsmith March 9, 20175:57 am

I overlooked this gem from a few days ago. I like the way it moves from the cosmic to the. . .inner cosmos? Well done, Mr. Crow!
1. crow March 9, 20176:03 am
  
  Thank you so much!