It's been awhile. Winter is soon coming to my section of the Earth and I cant wait to put on the seasonal slippers and blankets while cozying up with some poetry books and coffee. After a long set of writer's block I finally had some inspiration to write. It is just a blip into my mind in a moment, not sure if anyone else will really get it. Maybe it's significance to me was more important in the overdue urge to write than the thoughts themselves. But it does feel good to write again, so i am grateful, and I like it. Hope to find more inspiration in todays reads of some of my favorite obscure and talented poets here on Litnet!
How ironic to think of immortality
when the only immortal lifeform in existence
doesn't have a brain.
A jellyfish that floats not caring of its young's survival
or concern for its own fate none the less.
It's as if God were hinting of what Eve gained when she bit into that apple.
No, it was not our fate,
to be careless of our lives
or our deaths
or those of our children.
But yet, here we are,
left to ponder
on our hope and our children's hope
for immortality,
ironically struggling to survive in the meantime.