#Fowc #Paramount
The head man sat at the top of the mountain
where the sky was bluest
and the clouds sat like fluffy sheep
under his feet
Occasionally, a minion
would deliver some goodies
for him to feast on
while he looked out into the blue
And people below
would look up at the top
and wait for response
from the top of the hill
one thing learned
from this paramount scramble
apart from – its not a pleasurely amble
and also its a terribly high drop
It’s lonely up here – he said – at the top.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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