Long before rising seas swallowed Doggerland beneath the North Sea, this lost landscape may have been a surprisingly lush and life-friendly haven. New DNA evidence reveals that forests of oak, elm, and hazel were already thriving there more than 16,000 years ago—thousands of years earlier than scientists thought possible. Even more astonishing, researchers detected traces of a tree species believed to have vanished from the region hundreds of thousands of years ago. (source)
Silent forest.
A lost world.
Trees that once were now gone.
A thriving forest now underwater.
Dry land. Water rising. Soil wet.
Now silent seas.
Speaking the same to whoever is there to listen.
(Our message is not meant to be heard…)
That is why we always change and yet we speak the same.
Don’t be attached to anything.
Like the forest or now the sea.
Will change again.
What once was will be no more.
What was not will rise again.
Even the world itself will die, like it was once born.
And again, some humans will try to understand.
Without being aware that in a world where nothing truly is,
Sitting in the car Trying to think Writing a poem’
(Empty page)
A cat outside Walking away Knowing where to go…
APPENDIX – Poem editing history
This appendix shows the various versions of the poem until I considered it ‘final’ to publish. Even though there is no such thing as ‘final’ in art, I find it useful for me to document the various versions of the poem and see how my thought evolved.
I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat! Music Sitting in the car
I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat! Music Sitting in the car (Is that me?)
Sitting in the car Despaired I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat! Music Sitting in the car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving now Confident Knowing where to go Not looking back For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from a car With an empty shell Trying to write a poem now Oh, no. The cat is coming back…
Sitting in the car Despaired I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat Music Sitting in the car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving now Confident Knowing where to go For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from the car Away from an empty shell Trying to write a poem Oh, no. The cat is coming back… Trying to do something So that I stop this cat From frowning upon me…
Sitting in the car Despaired Thinking what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be A cat Music A car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving Confident Knowing where to go For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from everything But I’m still here Empty Trying to write a poem Oh, no. The cat is coming back… I need to do something To stop this cat From frowning upon me…
Sitting in the car Despaired Thinking what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be A cat Music A car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving Confident Knowing where to go For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from everything But I’m still here Empty Trying to write a poem Oh, no. The cat is coming back… I need to do something To stop this cat From frowning upon me…
Trying to think Writing a poem Sitting in the car A cat outside Walking away Knowing where she goes
Sitting in the car Trying to think Writing a poem’
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