Brian Murphy Poet I do not know?

Strange

elephants dreaming of orange shaped fish
cornflowers surfing down pickle strewn paths
great crested grebes with thorns in their hooves
suitcases drunk in a queue for a stamp
bottles of trousers with books on their heads
welders in carpets abstaining from plugs
books in a curry with no one to flush
my dream is now over 
so tell no one,,,hush

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Beata Agustin October 18, 2025 at 12:24 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 30, 2016 at 12:32 PM BRIAN, A great pleasure to find and read your pen today. Love -- SKAT --

Michelle Mac Donald April 26, 2012 at 12:38 PM Oh, "Strange" indeed, Brian! Sounds like a modern day Picasso dream. Fun and fascinating imagery! Lots happening, and yes this makes me think of Picasso!:) Best wishe, Mikki

Troy Jeremy Nelson December 19, 2009 at 8:57 AM very abstract, most people dont realise abstract have themes that tie together for a bigger picture and an underlying message