vagabond thought

some thoughts from the daytime pass through my mind
in the night while I lay me to rest;
they knock on the windows of my conscious state
observing to see if anyone is up this late,
simply to find not a soul at the door
impatiently waiting, then viciously at 4
they take me from my dormant state.
do not be mistaken,
for gentle thoughts they are not;
there’s a boiling over and they stir the pot,
they’ve burrowed through my subconscious and made their way out
caravaning from rain storm to drought

About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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One Response to vagabond thought

  1. redgladiola says:

    Those pesky thoughts are so annoying and what a great image, that such a storm of them can cause drought instead of rain. =)

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