Where are you going
Cute white rabbit,
Friendly grey turtle,
Little black scottie dog.
Which country
Did you come from?
Australia,
India,
Americas
Changing geographies
On tectonic whisps.
I guess you’re
In no hurry,
Moving slowly,
Getting to where
You’ve got to go.
I’m lying down
Watching your moves;
Even with eyes closed
I follow your progress.
Like a monochrome hallucination
You move and merge,
Morph and mysteriously
Disappear and
Reappear as new
Characters in your
Sky blue set.
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Author:
PhilPoet (
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Comments3
This is trippy. Means it must be good.
Thanks for commenting.
I guess at one level it is trippy...but it's about other stuff as well.
I'm interested to hear interpretations because I think I lack giving enough clear guidance in my poems as to what on earth they are about 🙃
Haha, I am confused 😅
Haha! Success! (Or not).
I must try harder to be more specific.
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