S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri Poet Prose Poetry

An Unsolved Mystery Experience

(Posted today 30th sept 2020)

I'm not quick to be fanciful
as I tend to explain every mystery
   in a natural, rational, scientific way.
Yet one of the few unexplained mysteries in my life 
                     which refuse to be erased from memory 
was when there was an earthquake years ago
     And both dad and I felt the presence of heavy
ginormous wingspans beating on our roof
     as if that huge flying creature 
was causing the quaking and shaking of the earth beneath us.
     Lots of thoughts still roll in my mind to explain it.
Was it a supernatural Angel causing the jolting 
     or was it some flying dinosaur like a pterosaur
which hadn't gone extinct but was too evasive and elusive?
   to be documented by discoverers.

   I could try inking a dactyl on pterodactyls
but I just can't think of a rational explanation of what 
     we heard and felt but never saw .
Seeing is believing but so is hearing and feeling.
Its wings and flapping wing beat had felt and sounded 
      like some mammoth bird bigger than an ostrich .
  So what in the big wide world was this creature
                      right on our roof overhead 
                           that we never got to see?

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Line Gauthier February 13, 2021 at 8:46 PM A pleasure to find your very interesting poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology ~ well done S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri February 18, 2021 at 4:44 AM Thanks soo much for the comment, glad you found it interesting. Cheers,

Anne-Lise Andresen October 2, 2020 at 11:29 AM - Congratulations, a great poem, S.Z. :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Pashang Salehi March 30, 2016 at 8:01 AM Hi zaynub, did you know that the puddle of water in your Mirage, exist somewhere. It is the mastery of light, and the weakness of our eyes. Your poem is beautiful.