Planets wait darkly for the selective seed

A poem

Geoff Ward
1 min readOct 26, 2021

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Planets wait darkly for the selective seed,
sown secretly, without fanfare.
Once on a wayward world far out on the galactic rim,
away from the centre of things, unnoticed,
as if by whim, there came a stir of breath.

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Geoff Ward

Writer, journalist, book editor, poet, musician and tutor in literature and creative writing (MA and BA Hons degrees in English literature).