Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,457 Points (1954 / California)

In Praise Of Seeding - Poem by Hans Ostrom

Out of the orange smoke
of California poppies materialize
thin sage-green scrolls, in which
tiny prophecies of next year’s
poppies harden, darken. Lupine-
pods go black-grey, too. They bulge
and stiffen, bags of loot. Dill
supports its canopy of seeds with
spindly architecture. Hollow-boned
sparrows perch on these green, hollow
stalks, gorge. They will defecate
seeds later, encasing them in
hot, effective nitrogen, part of
a plan Evolution stumbled on
way back when When didn’t
exist yet. By backing off a bit
from Sun, Earth signals a hemisphere
of vegetation to go to seed. A
deluge of cones, pods, hips, sacs,
fronds, and fruits surges across
a terrestrial moment in space,
predicting vegetation’s recurrence
and able to deliver the goods, already
outlasting Winter yet to come.
Seeding’s a vast, well organized,
ordinary miracle. Seeding is God
at God’s most professional. It is a
counter-apocalypse of indetermination.
Fall concerns ferocious patience.
It thinks several moves ahead.

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  • (12/18/2007 4:20:00 PM)


    And too often we find ourselves stuck looking at the board and the current configuation of the pieces as Fall 'thinks several moved ahead.' Your poem works from basic graphic reality: 'Hollow-boned\sparrows...\gorge...deficate\seeds later...\' to 'a plan Evolution stumbled on\ way back When didn't\exist yet....'
    A most professional move.
    Tom
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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