I drank a coffee for an hour
The sun shone bright
My mood was dour
I pondered seagulls in their flight
Scratching high with easy might.
I thought of things I'd thought last night
Shapes that emptied me of power.
In sky and mind my prisons tower.
- Author: Jabberwocky ( Offline)
- Published: May 7th, 2017 04:47
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Oh I inhale coffee like air . Never an hour per cup . I never liked seagulls , the vagabond street people of the sky . Most annoying animals that steal my frozen shrimp then fly . I had my personal tower of Babel . It rose high and obstructed my view of the sky . I dismantled it brick by brick . And now around me a wall does lie .
I wrote poem called "Babel", it's here somewhere. Guess I like the motive of a "tower".
Walls keep you in as well as things out. Ideally I'd live on the open plain.
Things aren't always ideal though.
Thanks for your comment.
Nice.
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