the thoughts in my head are as numerous
as the stars scattered across the sky.
when I brainstorm
rain begins to fall.
...
thoughts skitter
across my mind,
colors chasing each other
like a pair of otters.
...
hope remains.
sticking to our elbows
like honey from the countertop
we just finished wiping off.
...
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Brainstorms
the thoughts in my head are as numerous
as the stars scattered across the sky.
when I brainstorm
rain begins to fall.
inklings of ideas
send shivers down my spine.
I soak up some as possibilities,
throw others away in half a blink.
and then, some days:
a single thread of Lightning
finds its way through the storm,
guiding a handpicked bouquet of ideas
into a colorful tapestry.
it is my Maker,
weaving my words into rocky streams.
stories finding their way onto paper
as they flow from their Mountain source.