PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Four square miles in the confine of a darkened room;

Canopied by a white square board smiling and

Floating on the skylark beneath the moon.



It's scented with sweet fragrance of lavender bloom,

Fuming like smoke of the silvery moonlight streak;

Fanning the nuisance of the insects buzzing spree.



Within these walls a square box sits

On top its pedestal high, obsessed and freak

Splashing codes across the tabloid in a cyber mode.



Within these walls a huge square low table lays,

Trimmed with immaculate flowery linen tassels free;

Spreading like magic carpet ready to fly any day.



These walls got no hanging vines to play

For eyes to see with only empty surface fills

The humdrum of lacklustre space assay.



To its southern end, one big square mile frame attached;

Exposing its open view the backdrop of the treetops stop

The debris falling from the blue skies day and night.



The walls in my room have a space; I am free to roam.



~greenmeadow~

@LCDancel

2/21/2006