My fingers burn
with complexity worth miles
and old stones too hot to kiss.
I weave my days like lucid dreams
and bend silver into airplanes.
She and He and They look-see
at the pretzel puzzles I enfold.
You teach me knots of bronze and lace
or at least that's what I've been told.
4 comments:
I love the phrase "lucid dreams", dear. You are so creative!
Thank you! :) I actually saw the word lucid on your blog and that made me think of it. xxx
I really like the phrase "lucid dreams" too! Isn't it wonderful how much others inspire us? I know I've written long things just because of something someone said or because of a word I saw and wanted to use. :)
Yes! haha. For my poetry class my teacher is having us keep little booklets to write down the things we see or hear that inspire us. It's very handy, I think.
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