This week's Thursday Think Tank's suggestion was to clear the mind (!) and write a poem using whatever words came into your head. This is mine:-
Waking from a dream light
like a Bellini sky real
or dream? a swirl of smoke
the eyes not open yet. Sounds
from the street below screech
of tyres wet road horns
the sound too loud for me my ears.
Ears needing time in order to adapt as
do the eyes.
sound is not so loud
light not so bright
Dreams are more temperate.
An ambulance goes by. Sunshine
finds the gap between the blinds.
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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