Random Thoughts..
Words I left on my post it notes
Of ideas I let stew for too long
with broken pencil leads and empty eraser shells
Like dark circles and furiously cut words;
Which take flight to perch on my wall,
Higher than I could ever see at all.
Forms and patterns making me dizzy;
A swirl of words that didn’t fit the sentence
Of sentences that tacked the right words.
They form wings and carry me away,
To a place beyond the mind block.
A world with free flowing symmetry.
Of sounds and metaphors and beautiful prose.
