Images

Living on a main road I see the images of traffic passing by everyday. Whilst lying in bed I came up with this little poem. Hope you like it 🙂

Lying in bed
Curtains closed
The world cut off
Except for boxes of
Tin droning be endlessly
On journeys to anywhere and nowhere
A multitude of colours
Dance on the ceiling
For a split second
Creating a rainbow in my bedroom
Of colours created by man
And reflected by nature
Brought together in an
Explosion of technicolour
In my own private room
For my eyes only
Of nature meets artificiality
In a split second
Of perfection