Refections ~ The Shapes of Reality

The sky is green
The grass in blue
It’s lunch at 9
And dinner at 2

If we’re hungry
It must be Monday
I’m sure there’s a word
Must be in the laundry

Did he, him or her
Take us to the store?
Am I he, him or her?
I haven’t a clue

Where did it go?
Just a moment ago…
Give it a week
I’m sure it will show

To bed with the sun
We’re up with the moon
The cow ran away
The fork is a spoon

Courtesy WANA Commons, Some rights reserved by cellar_door_films

Courtesy WANA Commons, Some rights reserved by cellar_door_films

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5 responses to “Refections ~ The Shapes of Reality

  1. Both humorous and touching. Loved those last two lines. “Fork is a spoon” makes you smile and reflect at the same time

  2. Great poem! Many things get very complicated sometimes, but a sense of humor helps.

  3. It could be a “Spork” 😉
    Love how this captures the essence of what you have to do 😀

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