A green chair in space,
Is out of its place,
Like the emerald button, haloed on you wall.
Why are you longing for
a Solid seat,
That gravity ‘cannot be beat’,
That you dare to face this heat.
When
You
Could be
free
Wheeling in space
Taking in
the
jumbled chaos all over
The place as
would a
Child on
A bouncy
Castle.
Your Garden is green,
So why press the button
And kickstart the process before
your eyes,
A process that had already begun.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
A green chair in space,
Is out of its place,
Like the emerald button, haloed on you wall.
Why are you longing for
a Solid seat,
That gravity ‘cannot be beat’,
That you dare to face this heat.
When
You
Could be
free
Wheeling in space
Taking in
the
jumbled chaos all over
The place as
would a
Child on
A bouncy
Castle.
Your Garden is green,
So why press the button
And kickstart the process before
your eyes,
A process that had already begun.
A fun improv poem, when I was sat in a coffee shop with a green wall and I spotted a green button on the wall.
Something to do with Global Warming or 'ignorance is bliss'.
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