Little lifeless pond
that comes and goes
why don't you
rest awhile, and
make a world.
Let amoeba come
and put down root.
Then in a million years
aquatic life
will think, and love,
and die, like us,
a world within a world
t'boot.
I've written 'poetry' since my earliest memories, but have never considered making it public. Now, behind the anonymity of my sobriquet, I offer this wee ode that was written about a tiny indoor pond, that would suddenly arrive, then disappear; seemingly without logic.
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I’ve been at the hall all morning, writing each entrant in the flower show
bible
so that we will have some idea on how to organise the tables this aftern...
16 hours ago
What a lovely poem Cro.
ReplyDeleteThank you Serge. I'm still a bit reticent about posting such things, but what the hell!
ReplyDeletePoof.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I look forward to reading more. Maybe one day I'll be inspired to post some of my poetry.
ReplyDeleteGo for it, Potty. And thank you.
ReplyDeleteOnly joking. I just wondered what the most inappropriate thing I could say after you had opened yourself out, that might make you laugh too. I like it.
ReplyDeleteLikewise with my response.
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