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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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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