#993919 added September 22, 2020 at 8:28am Restrictions: None
Ghost Seed
And what would you call me?
I passed through her gullet like a ghost
that is what it has meant to commune
among the colorful, plumed birds
just a kernel of nothing that
intended to grow once earth
was struck by my shell
hard, penetrating
soil to grow
my stalk
with a violet
burst from green
blades, wet and firm,
to rise and compare with
all the beauty that abounds
that dares beg tender eyes see
the glory unfolding that would be me
but I passed through this place a ghost
from one tiny flower that would aspire
another bird could devour my breed
an ordinary seed, pale in color
from beneath yellow blades
of wave and flowing amid
loving breezes blowing
multiplying my love
upon bare plane
I will reveal
renewed in
my death
splendor in sea of eternity, value of true worth.
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