Crumpled Thoughts

Crumpled Thoughts They wait – in hues of vibrating silence - Like leftover orts of rumpled paper wimples On creased clandestine journal pages – Bent scraps of wrinkled inspiration Smudged moments held in their one moment of time Musings fading to illegible Lost chords in treasured memories of radiance, Sunspots of incomplete illumination, Or crumpled creativity on paper wings Snapshots of raw moments in tormented terror Footprint creased signatures of incensed avenging angels For abandoned ragged beggars in pencil Of partial tidings Wearing incomplete tatters of disturbed serenity Waiting – lined up – for their turn to speak – Vying for resuscitation As actors reading their scripts – Players auditioning for ideas Of ice castles throwing off anonymity Whistling like nonchalant sentimental journeys In phases of the moon begging for words Libretti confronting notes wandering in obscurity Impatient plans in fits of tantrum’s flight Residue of fantasies for Gypsy fortuneteller’s phantasmal globes Rescued by ruminations tender muse With the gift of time to take them from her Nurturing womb into full life and maturity – Blinking in the brightness of real time Bits and snatches adjust sight from consecrated darkness To lumens brightness of looming footlights Now taking bows in postmarks of epilogues - Snatched from wondrous oblivion - Profiles sketched in hope’s penumbra. 1-11-21 Contest: Crimpled Thoughts Sponsor: John Lawless