Saturday, January 3, 2015

Seed


I cast the star seed
on  darkened soil,
with silent incantation.
Belief is watered and
broken to green, then
called to life, by the light
of a dying star.

With fearsome predetermined symmetry, 
from frost to fern,
they all grow,
but why a star should feel
the need to do all this, 
none of us will ever know.

                                                                   © niall oconnor 2015

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful Niall.Left wanting more.First verse is awesome.

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  2. Yes I echo the above...exquisite lines

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  3. Maeve Heneghan HuangJanuary 12, 2015 at 8:59 AM

    Beautiful!

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