Peaceful trees, covered in swarming bees
Dot the coast of a rugged land.
Every spot on a leopard's coat
Gets reflected in the words I wrote.
Padded paws pleasantlfy plod
Through the countryside.
Bounding through beaches of yellow sand,
Blaring trumpets from every band.
Herds of elephants marching across my page
Of journal entries lost in grasses so high.
Frightened by yips of hyena sentries
Guarding the thoughts poured n m this ink.
Tickling birds crowding the sky
Singing so loud, barely able to fly.
Crocodiles sink back into drying mud,
Swimming towards the forsaken, stuck in crud
Of filler words
Cramming into my mind.
A rugged land filled
With creatures of every kind.
Lost among the peaceful trees,
Drowned in the sound of buzzing bees.
This poem was written after staring intently at my friend Ariel’s book mark for the book Kite Runner. She had colored it in with shades of blue, then purple and green, yellow then red. I looked at it flat, perpendicular to my eye, from the blue corner. It seemed to me to resemble and African Dreamscape