thoughts
sometimes i
have a thought
plucked out
of the air
thin and wispy
which poof!
disappears
where does
it go,
this thought
that was but no longer is?
sometimes i
have a thought
a cloud-like
puff which drifts
to my hands,
my legs, my heart,
the words I speak –
propelling
me to
create,
help, console, dream.
sometimes a cloud
thought
is dark,
thunder-like
sunless
sunless
raining seeds
of paralysis –
self-doubt,
insecurity,
unworthiness,
fear.
today i had
a thought
i need a
thought-weatherman
to herald clouds
–
the wispy, puffy,
or thunderous
because
sometimes
I can’t tell
them apart.
*from the files of very bad poetry by bia
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