If elephants flew.


If we woke and the world had flipped,
if the clouds were where we walked
and the trees could actually talk.
Would we learn of new things?
If we slept upon white tufts covered in a yellow hue,
If our skies were green and our grounds blue,
would we discover anything new?
If the sun descended as morning came,
and the ocean was the reason for rain,
would we consider whether we are sane?
Or insane?
If birds swam and elephants flew,
if geniuses didn’t have a single clue,
and if happiness was feeling blue,
would any of us have a clue?

Karen Hayward ©2016


Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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