Dispositions of the Poetic
Alone,with my thoughts, my dreams I reflect, look upwards from this couch.The sky through my window is blue,I see infinity,my gaze travels endlessly into space. My thoughts carry this silent meditation ,my prayer to God.I wait,and share my concerns,about me, where I'm at today.Slowly my ennuidissipates, dissolves. These vapours of introspection enlightened by encouragements transmute to positive dispositions.I get up and write.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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