Jan 6, 2019
Brandished
The taking of a place, a whisper Bounding through the land, a sigh Lost in thought, a murmur Gathering some hint, a creep Tumbling downhill, a drip Grabbing a stone, a drop Pillaging a honeycomb, a danger Gathering the thought, a brainstorm So many bits in part of a mind and focus, Brandished. --- If anything it was a twist of light, and the moment in this part stands tall. What do they mean? That is for interpretation to decide! I find myself more and more dazed as I consider the standing of how many there are. We begin! And for this here? Enjoy the read of a stranger one of my poems! Strange but with meaning.
