Black loam is the best soil
Seeds need a dark, rich place
To germinate in quiet isolation
Protected from even the most well-intentioned interference
Ideas are the same
We speak of bringing them to light
But from where
The dark recesses of our minds
The rich blackness of subconscious
Inklings, thoughts before thoughts
The biggest eurekas, the brightest epiphanies
Need that silent darkness for understanding to dawn
(OctPoWriMo 2019, Day 12; Prompt: Black; Suggested form: Shadow Sonnet. But I went with free verse, instead.)
Write Your Crazy Life Sane 
I like the like the way you used the metaphor of seeds for ideas and rich soil for thought. Very nice.
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