A Wandering Mind Can Be A Sloppy Thing Comments

Your words are like spring. I see blossoms and an opening. I think you have alot to say and the words are just now starting to surface. You listen to music and you think. Keep it up. I bid you Peace.

Your title is exceptional and describes rather well the words that follow it. That being said, I like the stream of consciousness that you scribe as you share the chattering in your head and the images that appear and disappear on the journey. There is a lot of angst and some great images in the poem, but it could do with some judicious pruning to give it more clout. Interesting poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥