‘Twas older than the seashells [Poem]
I loved a fossil once
When Earth was young and tame;
I loved a fossil once –
A creature with no name.
‘Twas older than the seashells
And older than the trees;
‘Twas older than the first fish
Breathing through its gills.
And old enough it was to be
Replaced with gems and stones;
For life in it had long been gone
– No breath, no dust, no bones.
Yet an imprint still remained
Despite the flow of time;
It was embedded in the soil
And in this heart of mine.
And so the creature could exist
Despite its nonexistence;
For conscience made it bear a name
Affirming its consistence.
Uite că m-a lovit scrisul de poezii (şi încă neumoristice!!!) în engleză.
Şi uite la ce mă refer: Opabinia
Imaginea (cu un amonit, nu cu o Opabinia) e de pe pixabay.com