Now,
Is a memory photo
Of yourself
Tottering,
Just before a wave
In the future,
Crashes
Down
On
You.
Is it being
Almost
Burnt
To the nib,
That
Pushes
My
Pencil?
Make sure,
You kiss
The moon
Goodbye,
Before you greet the sun.
YOU ARE READING
Scribblings
PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch