Seeds
Hope finds the open window
the break-crack-rift;
she drifts into
addicts and innocents
illegals and the illustrious
the homeless and insane.
She weaves around
anxiety-worry-fear
to plant forgotten seeds
in assorted cultivars,
forgiveness-new job-new toy-good deed,
any variety she needs
for the pope and pedophiles
the CEO and the centerfold
the abuser and the bruised
to wake from
their nightmares
and rise again in the morning.
(Excerpt from The Glass Sponge; "Seeds" originally published in Camroc Press Review.)
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The Glass Sponge
PoetryJacob's poetry collection, The Glass Sponge, traces family moments in "Dream House" through the "…lazy moonlight" as the sound barrier is broken, warning us, Ozzy and Harriet have stepped out. A tenderness emerges through the fear and angst of famil...
