My Head

Revolves across the world
As aspinning word
In its orbit
With adiscovery at large
Like around about
Until it completes
All its seasons of the year

Odd ideas are stored
with aremarkable storeroom,
The computer of my focus
Which focuses ahead
like allay of lights
glaring bright

Odd brain waves are stored
In aliving room
Which stimulates
aremembrance

Oh! That doleful day,
That great joy
Of my birth day
move of the year!

Mmm...aslight laugh
penetrates in a strange
and amusing way
re-stored in my head

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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