And The Story Continues…
written by: Kala Ramesh
@HaikuCrazee
Words and more words spill out from every cell. Words, mere words, I say, and try to blow them away, like black ants climbing up my leg.
Soon these words have strung onto my other thoughts, working havoc with my sleep. I sit up and find a poem ready to be singled out.
blossoms
turn with the wind:
a burst of colours
Meditating on this image, I get back to sleep, assuming I’ll soon be deep in the valley of slumber, only to hear the rumblings of another poem.
a clog
of floating weeds —
I become the river
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