Music buzzes
My ears flood.
Slices and fragments of words zip by
I twist to catch them and fall.
Thousands of blue skies racing past me
I reach out my hand and find puddles of blue
Slipping through ink stained fingers.
I land with a soft sound
Onto drifting, rolling clouds
As a thought snickers
Snatches of words flash
Theres music again
Piano racing across brainwaves
And i feel my words
Seep into the brightly silly,
Maybe insane,
Side of life
A short outburst
As I chase clouds
Of rambling balderdash.
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoesíaMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
