Yesterday’s Seeds

Eloquent as the eyes of the ancient
soul inside the furry coat. Enchanted
presence. We speak of love in deep silence.
The cords bright that unite us ignite sense

in a newly opened dimension stories
have not degraded, infiltrated squeeze–
And moments of my essence have praised words
those weighted games of flipping neatly verse

fun. One-sided. My saving grace til now
evolves me and I take the leap and how
the instantaneous change flowers. Seeds
long sown in distant lands rooted here. Feed

the words I bring back overused and trite
aim for higher trajectory delight
Love’s spun me with intensity and grief.
I plunge wholeheartedly. The journey’s brief

and what’s reflected all around: chances
inviting you to elegant dances
and you in your dirty jeans feel unseen
unworthy and you bow, subjugation

trained from birth, enslaved by words. Creation
demands: come as you are. Turn off the noise.
A single breath with focus conjoins joys.
Eloquent as the eyes of the ancient.

Inspired by OctPoWriMo Day 24 prompt millstone, an example of which could be a narrative based solely on propaganda and greed. And when I am grieving that words can so easily enslave, this is my cue to look deeply into me and continue, brave.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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