This is my World

Who says it isn't?

This is my world.

Nothing isn't what it is,

because everything is what it isn't.

In my world, 

red vines sprout from window boxes

which cast yellow shadows

in the whiteness of nothing

and everything.

In my world,

pink tortoises 

with black-spotted green shells

wander here and there, 

through puddles of orange juice, 

munching quietly on the

glistening blue leaves

sported by the vines.

The roaring of multi-coloured bees

is heard as they fly to the

inky black flowers dotting

the purple mountainside.

Oozing droplets of dark nectar

float among the patches of 

cloud as they swirl 

into green patterns 

which colour the negative spaces

of white ink.

In my world, 

blue arrows point, 

and circles are not. 

Books with silver writing

speak in symbols

which mean both 

something and almost nothing.

Hourglasses with golden sand

which runs sideways, 

measure time that isn't.

Who can question what I have said?

For this is my world and not theirs.

And here, nothing isn't what it is, 

because everything is what it isn't. 

Reviews

[BLACK PRINCE]

This a haunting, fun, mysterious, suspenseful poem.

It has a nice progressive rhythm.

WELL DONE

[Daydreamer54]

Beautiful! I love the imagery and figurative language! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! ^^