the blanket it wasn’t a dusting a blanket fell covering as far as 1 could see nature stood still quietly content to take a day off birds whispered squirrels stayed
wintery mix a wintery mix rain snow yuk……… slush navigating nearly impossible the weight of the weather feeling like glue what a mess trying to trek ahead seeming to be on a
entanglement the idea couldn’t flow it was entangled in a web of axons brilliant but it was stuck the synapses refused to communicate frustration led to mental malaise it is there it is there on the tip of my tongue
day after day their lives didn’t meld didn’t jell they crashed like the waves to the shore sometimes in a peaceful bliss more often as in a raging storm the differences divided them their passions united them it wasn’t a gale they had to weather
her eyes her eyes stared at me blinding my sight the intensity the concentration drew me in no verbal discourse needed her eyes alluded to her intentions slightly mysterious captivating me cerebrally wanting more oh………for the fantasies that formed to place a kiss upon
live wires beware a current an electric thought transmitted through miles of twisted wires it’s meaning didn’t bend though the endless web did a communicative feat a message in the raw with no additional entanglements to confuse the purity of the meaning straight & forward
