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
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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