The Process

Mindful verbosity
irridescent gems within my mind,
words shiver flutter, push for prominence.
Ideas flow through synapses
sometimes like scattered leaves
rearranged by sudden gusts.
Poetic musing wrestles reality.
Cacophonous silent noise
atonal at times,
until the coda appears.

7 thoughts on “The Process

  1. oneta hayes July 2, 2017 / 11:16 pm

    Huh. What’s that again! 😀 Just joking; I understood and I like it. My favorite line “Poetic musings wrestles reality.” Sometimes it is hard to put those musings to words. You do a fine job of that.

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    • lillian July 5, 2017 / 6:14 pm

      Glad you enjoyed! Some days it’s harder for the Muse to break through!

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      • oneta hayes July 5, 2017 / 6:21 pm

        This one had quite a vocabulary! I always enjoy your poetry. Been reading a couple years or so, I think.

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  2. arsenios September 20, 2017 / 2:56 am



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