Whose Seed Is This?

Thomas W Case

I nurture the creator in you;
the little god that throbs to be master of
words and colors, lines and notes.
I watch you give birth to it.
I see how it squeezes out of
your brain and crawls across
the floor- all bloody and wet.
It's alive and glorious and grotesque.
You're immortal- a giver of life.
I hold it to my face and breathe in
the smell of rain, pine trees, and desire.
I kiss its fur and taste the
fires of hell, cardamom, and oysters, raw and sweet.
I feed it a bowl of saffron threads, soaked in milk,
stare into its wild black eyes; I can hear
it hum a tune in B flat minor, and I wonder,
whose seed is this?

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2024 00:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read this poem and others from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems available on Amazon.com
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  • Views: 14
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Bella Shepard.
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  • Introverted Sage

    I'm loving your latest works!

    ­č¬ÂInspiring and full of life

  • Teddy.15

    Superb poetry, love the last lines. Your imagery is fabulous. ­čî╣

  • orchidee

    Good write T.

  • Tom C Dylan

    Another fascinating poem, Thomas.

  • Bella Shepard

    The seed, the miracle of life you have captured in this wonderful poem is truly inspiring. We should be awestruck every time we see one.

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