No Tigers Home In Africa
No Tigers At Home In Africa
Walking my tiger home alone I’m sure walking at last
home from home and beyond when I travel too fast
In Istanbul Hamburg St. Davids I gather my themes
full of life love creatures and poetry that redeems
Wild cats pussyfooting around mosques rivers’ cave
roaring of passion lightening loads that others enslave
Museums parks costal paths wild sun-blessed beaches
lagoons mountains orchards and metaphorical peaches
I make up the tiger in my mind as I go along persevere
sabre teeth drooling whiskers to magical eyes I adhere
With no leash and no collar no prescriptions restraints
I enter a world that matters swishes swirls and paints
Imagination mystical fantasy dreams aspirations and hope
all live in my tiger prism escape and have unlimited scope
I condense and reflect diverge ramble think and I feel
whether I walk the tiger or the lion is no real big deal
I contest the notion that reality exists has only one truth
form constraint rules regulation dogma I distract from to sooth
There fore in my writing life verse and poetry ends unshackled
by resting my tiger lion meter and rhyme freed but not tackled
04th August 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
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