It was a strange wall
so high and firm
with graffiti'd thoughts
as far as I could see
with such a range of
materials
smooth lava still hot
and wrinkled granite
soft soap
and dripping wax
and I'm told;
I built it.
But I do not
remember
although each part
is so familiar
and most strangely
one time I found;
a door.
I'm sure it is there
somewhere
but I cannot find it now
and when I found it;
or perhaps it found me.
I fell through
and on the other side
of that wall;
it was not there.
Excellent piece of writing! ! ! I can relate to this wall. Walls keep us safely tucked inside...out of harms way. No worries..unless of course we venture outside...and then what... Nicely done! Hugs, Dee
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! You've been dreaming again.! ! ! ! ! ! Enjoyed this one very much, nice play on fantasy. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX