Tonight I need
To produce this seed,
A seed of life
That I found in you.
To give, to grow
To seize this crow
Of darkness,
That has come to steal
What I have, what I feel.
Blood drips to the earth
A sacrifice of this birth,
Of the crow tearing my flesh,
For he must perish
In order for this seed to flourish.
He vanishes-
Leaving me famished
A curse of this birth.
I'm stuck in a trance
Of life to enhance
For I have produced this seed
Whole and new in my being,
This seed of life
That I have found in you
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Like how you use the crow symbolism. Adds another dimension. Beautiful poem that resonates a sadness. Great flow in that first stanza. Nice One Shot!
ReplyDeleteDark and heavy.. I really liked the melancholic undertone to this one..
ReplyDeleteCool use of metaphors! Breaking out of that darkness in such a neat fashion... very nicely written, Laura!
crows, rooks, ravens, always a great use in poems...loved this..read really well and had intrigue and darkness to hold me...cheers pete
ReplyDeleteThanks for the thoughts and comments guys! I almost didn't use the crow in this poem but it just wasn't complete without it.
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy reading your work... and this is no different... You write so well...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Shashi, thanks for the comment. I love reading your work as well. I appreciate your thoughts!
ReplyDeletean excellent piece
ReplyDeleteit has a circular motion that pulls the reader in
I like the cadence very much. Dark, but sparkling imagery.
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