WHERE in flat time,
where marbles turn
to gold, and vampires
fill their canteens
with water or coke.
MEDITATE,
MEDITATE, says the man,
for in this story, there
is hope, and a locket
of your lovers hair.
WHERE in flat time,
where the shades are
pulled down, and the
moon starts to weep,
as the lovers depart.
MEDITATE,
MEDITATE, says the man,
for in this story there
is hope, and a locket of
your lovers hair.
Sorry David, tried to crack the code but still enjoyed it in my own way.Love Duncan
'And you MEDIATE and MEDITATE to feel the hair you hold On your lover's head held and kissing...' I like this poem. It gives purpose to stopping the 'flow' of accepted reality, allowing all beings to enjoy life as they see fit! Interesting. L
I had to keep coming back and reading this one David. I like it because it demands to be solved. Much enjoyed thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MUST ADMIT..I'M PRETTY TOUGH TO BE STUMPED...BUT YOU GOT ME TWITCHIN FROM THE BRAIN-WELL ON THIS QUITE ABSTRACT& INTRIGUING PIECE...DON'T LIKE GETTIN' STUMPED...MAKES ME FEEL ME BETTA' DAZE R' BEHIND ME! GOOD WORK THOUGH, ALL THE SAME''''''''''''''''FRANK