A weird poem that came to me after seeing some fossil flowers at a science museum |
-Stone Is The Flower- by Keaton Foster Stone Is the flower Forever frozen Igneous matter How did it happen Greater the question Should be why I ponder it well As I study each detail Oh the hell Along came the flame Wicked this way Burning everything down Decimating All that was around Except the flower Leaving it untouched Then came the heat Instantly incinerating All that had any Remaining chance to be Finally came The molten rock Heading down stream Towards some distant sea Creation and destruction A god unto itself Forming land masses Shaping gradient circumstances Away from the height of creation Leveling the playing field For the continued contest Of what could survive And what was not meant Stone Is the flower Wild it once was Careless it dreamed Beauty did it bleed Now It is something else A frozen resemblance Of what it once was Encased In igneous rock A perfect specimen Forever preserved Nothing again Could change or alter Its magnificence Upon some shelf It will no doubt sit A prudent example Of how things transform And how they endure Stone Is the flower I found it But in no way Does it belong to me… Stone Is The Flower Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |