Untethered Words by Edina Jackson

A quiet hum begins,

unbidden, from some unseen corner.

A flicker, like a pilot light igniting.

Shapes emerge from the fog,

not fully formed, but hinting

at possibilities.

A curve suggests a story's spine.

A sharp angle, a conflict's edge.

Colors bleed into each other,

a palette of feeling waiting for form.

Words drift, untethered,

seeking connection, a fragile bridge

between the inner landscape and the outer world.

Phrases whisper, half-formed sentences

that might blossom into paragraphs.

It is a restless energy,

a stirring in the mental soil.

Ideas sprout, some fragile and fleeting,

others with roots that dig deeper,

promising a more substantial growth.

There is a thrill in this nascent stage,

the raw potential, the unburdened freedom

before the constraints of structure and logic take hold.

A dance of intuition and half-seen visions.

The mind, a fertile ground,

where unexpected seeds take hold,

and the quiet hum grows,

a symphony of what could be.

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