Mycelium

A poem is merely the visible part

Mycelium

Verses sprout unseen
in free-form mental mulch,
iambic words accreting
in search of greater wholes.

Random threads of coupled thought
writhe darkly with omens of discontent,
birthed in frustrated hope,
nourished by angry dreams.

A poem erupts in sudden, shocking bloom,
a full-formed, fruiting cry for justice,
spreading subversive spores
that root in receptive minds.

Verses sprout unseen . . .

Author's note: ▶︎

Third place in the April 2022 round of the Shadows and Light Poetry Contest

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Shadows and Light Poetry Contest  (E) Do you love the challenge and creativity of free verse poetry? This contest is for you. #1935693 by Choconut

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