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.
Fine and lofty verse written in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing Abigail and do remain enriched.
Like stars scatters around the sky various thoughts appear in mind. This is an amazing and brilliant perceptional poem. Weaving my words into rocky streams wonderful stories flow...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Abigail. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks