my mind wanders
in circles, in doodles—
like my pen scratching
this antiseptic blankness of paper
my mind wanders
like a sparse sprinkling of stars
floating in the womb of the night;
dying quietly, at the strike of daylight
my mind wanders
like a dragonfly, skirting the still
waters of a pond; droning endlessly—
never touching ground
my mind wanders
like a puff of smoke, dancing
rolling; ghost-like, hovering
over my nicotine-stained teeth and tongue
puff—goes another blank sheet;and another
puff—endless circles, endless doodles;
deep into the night; into the day—
my mind wanders, droning endlessly
my mind wanders
4 comments:
sabi nga ni ewik, there are wonders, when you wander. :D
@ victor - the problem is, my mind wanders, never stopping when it needs to stop and take note.. ala tuloy ako masulat nung mga nakaraang araw.
ngayon, surge naman of ideas ang problem...hehe. :)
I love this. Ganda ng mga comparisons! Nice! =)
Okay, that was one kiss ass comment. Hihihi.
I like the phrase "antiseptic blankness"
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