That a thought can attempt To run the mile and reach The finish line. No thought Can compete nor complete, As another, stifling thought Is trailing, yelling, shouting That something is near, some One is coming – it is not … Continue reading
Lawn service? No thanks. Pollination of the mind as I cut the grass. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
Consciousness numbed Thoughts flutter quietly Flickering in mind In frames, on bubbles Transparent yet strong No words spoken The wind lifts up Blowing away visions One after another Innumerable Good, bad Nothing, everything Minute, encompassing Whimsical, provocative Wind dies down … Continue reading