Dark Seed

Hope is everywhere.

My world is a canvas, my mind is the brush

My mind is so damaged, my world is so lush

You can’t see the brush, all you see is the stroke

The gentlest touch from the seediest folk

It took a stroke of luck just to stoke the flame

It took a show of love just to know the pain

Light showers fall in the driest of places,

where dark flowers bloom with the highest of graces

Reviews

[Argie Philip]

A deep personal reflection through the complex craftsmanship of visual symbolic elements, connecting this poem with the other work "Solar Plexus". Looking forward to more from Jackin Praxis.