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Friday, 19 August 2016

DINOSAUR DREAMS



As soon as I saw this wonderful illustration when browsing online several weeks ago, I knew that one day it would inspire me to write a poem – and today it has done, so here it is.


DINOSAUR DREAMS

Verdant but still is the path through the forest,
A study in sadness, in silence, in shade.
Its trail stretching on, its limit unending,
A realm with no gladness, no gleam in its glade.

Dead as a dinosaur, all my dreams done with,
Enveloped in verdigris, mould, and decay.
The past lies behind, its door closed and cloistered,
And as for the future? Who knows - who can say?

And so I plod on, alone and regardless,
'Midst trees, leaves, and bushes, viridian friends.
Their foliage beckons, soon to embrace me,
To take me back home when my journeying ends.



2 comments:

  1. I wish I had words as lovely for this comment - Totally loved it!!

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    1. Thank you so much, I'm very happy that you enjoyed it, and I hope you'll browse through some of my other poems here too. All the best, Karl

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