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Divisions, barriers, boundaries
Are just a few words for a fence
But unlike stoic, crusty walls
Fences have many viewing platforms
~
Many perspectives lurk in tiers
All framed in some tight, organized lines
Wooden or metal parallels
Hold a gallery of tactile frames
~
The other side of a picket fence
Is often a cottage garden
Budding with aromatic herbs
And nostalgic daisies and roses
~
The other side of a wrought iron fence
Is draped with sweeping royal walkways
Neatly clipped geometric hedges
And perhaps a King Charles corgi
~
A fence style is often a lifestyle
Parading a clear dimension
Where another side of the fence
Is another reality
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I am the other side of your fence
I am landscape you dread to tread
~
I am some wild Serenghetti
Just a dot on some forgotten map
~
You are the silent, yesterday’s fence
You are the endless, lurking tiers
~
You are another murky fence
You are my other reality
~
3 comments:
Gemma,
Thanks for visiting my blog.
Your poem is an elegant description of perspective, and how where we stand can change our views. Lovely.
and they are pretty dang handy at keeping the dogs in the yard too!!!! this was delightful!!
This presents the mundane fence in a whole new light. Excellent!
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