Whose Seed Is This?

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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's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ydsv-JNhEdU
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.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Our word can live long after we are gone for others to read. In a sense we give birth to them and often wonder where the inspiration came from.

This to me sounds much like Frankenstein only with words and books. Amazing job on the creativity of spinning this gruesome tale

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate that.

[poetgurl]

"cardamom" Not sure what this word means, I did enjoy reading this write

[Thomas W Case]

It's a spice. Thank you for reading.

[Dave Brown]

this was a pleasure to read
lots of intriguing thought processes creating an excellent result
a beaut

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Dave. I appreciate that.

[Soren]

Wow wow wow!!! now this is indeed a masterpiece. I captured the brain with its metaphors so rich and full of deep meaning, and captured my soul with it's feeling and reaching so deep inside. I would list this as one of my favorites that I have read on this or any other site.

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Thank you so much. I appreciate that.