Untitled Poem I started (Haven't finished yet, or, made a title)
Come and talk with me of mysteries and fantasies
Both of which choose to brain tease
With clouds of white that taste like cotton candies
Makes you think. Makes you really, really freeze
With puzzlement and wonderment
Love the opening line, it's a brilliant lead in to the poem. Look forward to seeing the whole thing!
ReplyDeleteAnother one to re-think on a free day.
Delete