I sit by the window with a cup of coffee
watching my thoughts meander.
In gay abandon, they drift like the wispy dandelions,
scattering fragments across the cascading beams of the morning rays,
across the wooded trail,
ruffling the russet autumn leaves into a gaily prance,
kissing the honeyed petals bright,
splashing around in the cool gurgling brook.
Infused with the scents of nature,
I collect my thoughts with tender love.
The white paper waits in anticipation
for the words from my quill
to paint a poetic portrait of verses.
dVerse open night link hosted by Linda.
I am grateful to Freya Pickard for publishing my haiku in the unfurling series on Purehaiku. Thank you Freya 🙂
You can read my haiku here.
In response to Secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt # 107, to use in a poem or flash fiction the 5 words below.
| VERSE | RULE | FIGHT | RIVER | REST |
Here is my attempt:
The thoughts are not at rest
words fight with each other
against an emotional anguish
waging within the warring mind.
The vehement altercation goes on
refusing to follow any rules
lost in the mayhem
of strife and turmoil.
The fervid mind seeks to untangle
the impetuous mess within
picks up the pen to scribble
some magic on paper.
Verses flow gracefully
like the gentle river
calming down the torrents
poetry is truly therapeutic!