News: My thoughts are clouds I cannot fathom into pastries.

--1 June 2018--

Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

The Fellowship

May 31, 2018

Cobbled Thoughts - {A Poem}


My thoughts are cobbled, like east coast streets. 
They're a jilted refrain from an edgy song
That I hummed to the bass and the drums and electric
Neon sounds staggering through my ears. 
And I staggered too, under all those heavy thoughts. 
Broken up and clay-weighted, packed by hands.

The water drip-dropped from the hose 
My eyes filled and emptied their beholdings 
And the sound staggered by on pegged legs,
Echoing down those cobblestone streets. 

It was a creature comfort of a silver kind
Embellished with streaks of blue and white
And in amidst their wanderings I found heaven. 

Sometimes I walk those memory streets
Arounding the shadows into starlit showers
Where the moon dips low and kisses rooftops
And I watch their affectionate embrace
From beneath my wakeful brows. 
And in their glowing beauty - window-panes reflecting -
I see orange-pink blushing gold awaken 
From a jealous sun rising in a coffee bloom. 
And this beauty ices rolls of cinnamon sky,
Fresh browned from the heat of the elements. 

Pausing on those cobbled thoughts, I breathe
And take in the crisply awakened love of day
From beneath the cloak of night. 
It is in moments such as these that logic takes flight
As a fluttering, fragile thing. 
And I grasp the organized chaos between my teeth 
And revel in the unexpected patterns made
There in glittered ink - from chaos to chorus
A song of a soul appreciating life again. 


Signed with love,

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