Alpine desert by Ian Ernzer
An alpine mountain on a desert plateau continues spanning from here to there.
Underneath it all, a young seed planted, slowly grows.
Unsure of what will grow, but I can feel it.
No form and no shape.
Prediction is a game that passes time.
Will the seeds still grow once time passes or is it an infinite loop?
Master design: an ultimate plan of symbiotic bodies using bodies to pass life.
Conquer the season but that does not exist, so you continue.
A bumble-bee lands on the poppy that sprouts through a crack in the ice.
Then—and only then—will it make sense.
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The last image of the bumble bee on the poppy is very heavy and concrete and lingers in my mind. zooming in on this detail gives weight to the rest of the poem. i feel like the movement of this poem tapers down to the magnification of this event which then allows the poem to exapand. it makes me think of the nature of the creative process itself, particularly writing a poem- very nice
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