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