Poem -
Longer than god
There is writing
Behind the bustop
Splashed in white paint
On the hillside
Proclaiming god
As our saviour
It has been here forever
Unscathed by the weather and
Longer than god
I suspect
and I wonder the people in buses
who see
and I wonder the person who
penned graffiti
Why I ponder such questions
Alone with my tea
everyday
M
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If only we knew the answers!
Meanwhile, we ponder. B
Pondering gives us headaches though... and poetry lol. Thanks so much my friend x
I love how you turn these pondering into brilliant poems that flow up and down, and in and out. And the ending is always a flick up with a full stop x
You know what really amazes me... it stays white... not faded. I can only think that someone sneaks out in the night or god himself keeps it clean. But I don't think I believe in god do I lol. Thanks Tina xx
To be human, isn't it the question of our ever own existence?
More to the point is the question of its own existance R. It stays white... never fades... maybe god himself keeps it clean? Thanks R x
It does kind of make ya wonder doesn't it .. my guess is the guy that wrote on that hillock was most probably a bit of a pillock or sumfink x
Lol... made me giggle... someone's too long in the job eh?? 😆😆 x
Success.. that’s what I wanted to hear 😎🌻👍xx
That's because you are a gifted poet, we see and we reflect whether it be something from 40 years ago or yesterday. Superb craft my friend 🌹
Ah you are very kind Shirley... thank god we have somewhere to pour out our crazy thoughts eh? l Many thanks love x