words and ideas sit
like lifeless puddles
i dream of shaping
spill through bundled fingers
entropy my enemy
gravity my nemesis
stomp and splash
ripples scatter and fade
this medium feels impossible
swirling clouds of silt settle
permitting a glimpse
at ideas given life
cannot reach in to grasp
without disturbing and concealing
below billowing blooms
mocking reflection
peering back
into my restlessness
YOU ARE READING
wanderings
Randomclearing thoughts out of my head note: sensitive topics and potential triggers marked with an asterisk in the title *
