Michael Miers Poet Free verse

Birdfood

the seed caste onto the stone, and
in seed it is on it's own
never to stretch root, or
finding the thinnest stress to
break through

to 
pregnant ground and
soda

the seed caste onto the stone

though no shape will it ever go
oblong roll along a stony
song
until it is split sent into the high-
flyed sky

and sent again
to descend
from the
gods

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Katie-Jayne Boardman February 7, 2015 at 10:31 PM Micheal I really do like your kind of abstract style :) Michael Miers February 8, 2015 at 12:01 PM yes. abstract. thank you. that's a pretty good adjective for what I like to do.

Pandita Sietesantos February 3, 2015 at 2:21 PM Wow! This is deep and powerful stuff! I try to learn from poets like you! Bravo! Pandita. Michael Miers February 3, 2015 at 5:11 PM and I from you. thank you.