May 18, 2022 by petrujviljoen

open the moon to the cold unknown
(it’s not fatal, nothing ever is), bring the
(dubious) treasure to the light:

the veins of geology [(archeology)
the ancient breath].

the roots. trace the depth of time;
the origins of this stone (the moon),
your story.

explore the surface, scratch
through the dirt, the lichen, the surface dust;
find the crack that tells of the time

that is ripe for the
Midwife of Life

in your own nature, find

what it means.

The Seed. Copyright Petru J Viljoen

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13 thoughts on “Delve

  1. Beautiful words…seeking depth, truth. Good stuff.

  2. Jules says:

    The image remins me of an opal. Which can only be beautiful because of the flaws.
    Ancient flaws create beauty, your words do the same.

    As for the verse… create a new one, add to this. Edit? You are entitled!

  3. Misky says:

    A truly striking poem, petru. Really like it.

  4. I love this, yet another poem with an antique feel.

  5. memadtwo says:

    The ancient breath…exactly what we need to follow. (K)

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