Saturday, February 08, 2014

Poem: Brain Wind

Wind whistling outside,
blowing hard over the hills all day.
Blowing clouds and cobwebs away.

I'm sitting down to write, mid-evening,
with decaf tea beside me.
My reflection in the window for company.

Outside the world is dark,
though sodium lights twinkle rhythmically in the rain.
A fluorescent daisy chain
beside the distant motorway.

Wind gusting in bursts,
blowing raindrops on the window pane
and blowing creative sparks in my brain.
Fanning embers back to flames.

Blow hard brain wind.
You've been still too long.

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