Nebulous Streams Clouding My Brain

Nebulous streams, clouding my brain hoping my thoughts will fall like rain. Thunder and lightning mix the brew stirring the words soon to break thru. Pressure builds up, clouds turn dark gray swirling and twirling, find their way, freeing the weight of thoughts that flow down from the clouds to grow below. Falling to weave creative streams nourishing thoughts into word dreams, forming soon a landscape divine... rainbow of poems that are mine. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Premiere Contest: What Was I Thinking? Sponsor: Daniel Turner Rules: Choose one line from sponsor's poem below and write a poem. I chose his first line. Judged: 12/19/2016 Between The Lines, by Daniel Turner Nebulous streams, clouding my brain Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes Cherry red glow, watch with no chain Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames Anchors on strings, hanging from sails Bells that don't ring, throw down the pail Falling through cracks, greased by the sale Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings Broken blue dishes stuck to the king Photos with glitches on invisible wings Temptation itches on all living things