This is a re-posting from Eisa to have this poem sent along for the June IBPC comp.I would like to nominate
A Seed by Larry. This is a beautifully written sonnet from a very original idea.
Well done Larry
A Seed by Larry JenningsHere in my Mother’s heart I lie asleep,
sweet shelter from Her minion’s icy breath,
I wait beneath Her umber skin. Too deep
to hear that song; a howling dirge of death
for those, wind kissed. Light’s portals ever close!
No more to feel the sunshine’s warming touch
the coming showers carry down to those
as fortunate as I. New life is such
a precious gift. Each Spring I’m born anew
to feed the butterflies… bless eyes of men
who venture near my home. Those lucky few
that see my face, dew washed, in forest glen
are like my Mother’s heart which shelters me.
A seed of thought, kept safe in memory.