Resting upon the cold dry soil lies the inanimate.
Springs magic nullifying nullity.
Something is in the air.
The warm earth gives birth and a green shoot lifts its head upwards.
Content to grow or immutable perpetual purpose?
The flower, the seed, the eternal sleep.
Is it simply prologue upon prologue or an eternal awakening?
An opening and closing universal eye or energy’s truest expression?
In the air, detached, drift dandelion seeds, serendipitous inertia.
This lightness of thought, this thing-in-itself, immune to gravity on a cosmic voyage
alights in fertile soil and we lift our head upwards and witness,
awake, aware, alive.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Larry Sanazaro.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?