Each syllable an echo,
Every word a sigh,
Sentences adrift
in the vast sea of conscious,
The wandering waves of thoughts
breaking at the cerebral shores,
The quill picking up the
pearls from the rubble,
Juxtaposing
and laying them appositely
on the blank canvas,
Forming little versified islands
of dreams,
Breathtakingly beautiful.
Hi Ruby -- what a wonderful poem. I particularly loved the consonance in "quill picking up the pearl".
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Bonnie for such kind words
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