Wright And Wrong Poem by Claudia Warzecha

Do they exist?
Or are they visionary dreams,
Which bend and twist in the direction of the wind.

From east to west
And sometimes south,
He blows them ever so about.

Is wright alone, does wrong belong as part of whole?
Alone would each just waver, fall and crumble,
Bound as one - are they to overcome all wagering odds?

Are they a flight of dreams?
With no beginning, end or rhyme.
A dream within a dream to suit the suitor?

Is wright the eyes that’s leading wrong
And wrong the legs that carries wright,
A journey full of flavorful delights.

Do they smile and wink at us afar
As they leave us standing in the mist
With baffled faces looking on.