Golden monkeys in the trees

 

Golden monkeys
Seeing what others do not see

Golden monkeys in the trees

Invited by dear friends
We talked about everything
And other things

– How is your brother?

– Not very well, I visited him and he kept talking
about the golden monkeys
In the trees 

Golden monkeys
Golden monkeys

Golden monkeys ?

– Yes, golden monkeys… When i asked where he saw them he said “Everywhere in the trees”

– My aunts sees strange lights too and colours in the trees

– They must be mad

To me,
they do not seem mad at all

They seem to see things
To have perception of a world
We do not see
And seemingly beyond words

And now,
when i see branches of a tree
Rustling
I think, may be
The golden monkeys

golden monkeys
Seeing what others do not see

 

Ml

Just writing poems...
Putting some question marks

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2 Replies to “Golden monkeys in the trees”

  1. when words go beyond imagination
    when the bell in the deep sea rang
    when you know what are you doing is wrong

    there appears a whispering hiss
    a golden light from the pitch black darkness
    you step back, erase all wrong and step into the shining light……

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