Broken Thoughts Spew Across The Page
A Second Poem For The Full Moon In Taurus, November 8, 2022
Broken thoughts spew across the page
The things I’ve noted are lost in the shuffle
I try to denature my own emotions and write objectively
Yet still enthralling
The gnarled web of synonyms
The damaged metaphors
I set aside a simile to decompose on my desk
Only to brush aside the papers like an excavator recovering a buried bone
And place it back in the realm of the paragraph
Modern writers may relate
I try to find my North
In between sips of coffee
Home life clicking and clucking around me
A gaff cutting my imagination short
Fixed water swirls at my feet, locking me in place
As I try to write…anything….tonight
This was another poem that I wrote with this month’s word list.
~AstroMommy