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Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

POEM: Visiting Dystopia [Triolet]

Posted on March 4, 2021 by B Gourley

I opened up a book to a strange land.
A storied portal let me travel through,
and I looked down an unknown city’s strand.
I’d opened up a book to a strange land.
Here, ironically, all great books were banned
to keep the locals home and quite subdued.
I opened up a book to a strange land;
a storied portal let me travel through.

4 thoughts on “POEM: Visiting Dystopia [Triolet]”

henhouselady on March 4, 2021 at 5:10 pm said:

I enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing.

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- B Gourley on March 4, 2021 at 5:14 pm said:
  
  Thanks.
  
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Lance Thompson on March 4, 2021 at 6:16 pm said:

All I read is epic fantasy. I love being transported to a new world with new people and rules. Nothing better.

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K.Hartless on March 4, 2021 at 7:20 pm said:

Ah, magic. And like that, I fall through your portal.

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