Haphazardous Words
it comes at work week’s end
when the mind feels carefree
and frivolous
comes that desire
to be reckless with words
a want to mix abstract metaphors
some smelling like pine
burning in an open fire
on a starlit night
under a lofty canopy of leaves
or a fancy to throw thoughts into the air
and catch them again
as feather light words
that tickle fingertips
while writing patterns on a page
enjoying time knocking around ideas
concepts that excite the senses
like the aroma of sautéing garlic
or scorching mucous membranes
with a fry pan full of chilli
its seeking solace beyond disciplined thoughts
high on a boundless breeze
catching fleeting fantastical images
this exhilarating rush to corral
these haphazardous words
Copyright © Scott Thirtyseven | Year Posted 2021
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