Monday, December 19, 2011

Bright Seed

author’s note:

This seems a good poem to post as we near the Winter Solstice.


You admit to yourself
you’re dead

but despite how you feel
you can sense
some small nucleus
in some far place...

is not dead--

you can sense the coming
of a miracle birth
because in this season
depth has replaced excitement:

as I step outside
a single weak star appears
high in a black Winter's sky--

then this sudden hope vanishes
in a moment of implosion...

but the destruction of the husk
reveals a stronger light--

now: see a beaming bright seed...

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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