My thoughts are but a Vision
my Visions are but a collection of thoughts
Woven together like taperstry of strange fabrics
scorched earth like broken bottles
Together they form something different but the same
Yet something the same and but different.
My thoughts are sometimes like the hurried steps of a frieghted child
Uncertain about where to go, but certain about where not to be
Dark eyes with little dimples
He is but a child
Hope for nothing, Care for nothing
Those Dark eyes with little dimples keep stirring at me
His longing for something I did not know
Well, it was just a THOUGHT!
About the Creator
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Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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