What a sky (original poem)
What a sky
Divided it to bricks in thought
And tried to find the oldest part,
Then newest part
But what a sky
Restricts me being boyish guy
That childish type I like to be
It wants to get some use of me..
And what a sky
It forces me to see in whole
I want to look and have some fun
As earlier be my private troll
I'm blinking and.. it's done, that's all
In head, I could see anything
from scratch
Something particular and whole
I see as if I choose to go
In everything by staying here
What a sky! And what an imagination to think you could divide it in bricks. Simple and exquisite. Well done.
It's always captivating to think you could do something impossible) Thank you!
Yes. What could be is always more captivating than what it. Thank you for taking me there.
Pleasant and deep.
Did you write it yourself monsieur? =)
Of course I did it,
I think all the deepest is always on surface, we just don't want to look at it often, thank you for your comment!)
Happy to read that you are the author :)
Looking forward to see some more from you
Have a good night/day
Photo was always made by me in late summer
There is a very good poem with natural thinking.
I always catch myself thinking a lot of garbage as everyone does from time to time, then throw it and write a poem like this)
The poem is very good. There is no shortage in it.
Thank you!)
Excellent pics and the poetry is awesome.
Thank you for a lot of your comments! I appreciate our friendship!)
Very nice... what a sky...
It was really exciting