Which way does Imagination go
and where is Perfection Point?
Dreams are my canvas
thoughts my tools
and I keep flying …
What is a journey
without a destination?
It is more a witch hunt
than a map for research
but I keep walking …..
How do I know
if I lag behind
on elusive yardsticks
with vanishing numbers?
yet I keep pacing …
to find equilibrium
and reach Greenwich.
Nice poem, Reena. I love that you ended with Greenwich instead of using sandwich. Linda ought to give you bonus points for creativity!
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Thanks! Words can be invented, on the lines if ‘……ville’.😊
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I went to Greenwich to see the Royal Observatory.
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Great! How does it feel to be at Zero on the scale of time?
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I must say you have outdone yourself with this piece, Reena. I love it.
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Thanks! The appreciation is much appreciated 😀😀
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