For The Sunday Muse, Prompt #60. In which I wonder what the reality of what a cat feels is.
What if what we are
Are mere playthings, pawns
roughly hewn from stunted dogwood,
clinging to life in a season
of dearth. What if the feeling
of contentment is a mirage,
a vision of delusion far removed
from the way things really are.
What if what we think
is the beauty of a garland
really is a chain binding us
to a different reality, what if.
3 thoughts on “Alternate Reality”
Thought provoking A.J. I have often thought about alternate realities and if they are real. I think as poets, we ponder many things crazy and cool. Glad to see you at the Muse this week. 🙂
Sometimes a garland is just a garland. 😉