“A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.”- William Wordsworth
Seeds that breed
Inside the chamber of brain
Shape in growing spell…
The young rise in heaps
Reap a nice harvest
The vision I see- is sublime….
The old and weary fades out
Crumbles to dust- a new cognition
Fills the chasm…
There’s a stringent inner order
That expands- to change the tense
Brain work- reeks of repetitions….
I understand my voyage
In re-framing my thoughts- my mind
Lurching furtively ‘slowly’, ‘softly’, ‘suddenly’ …
This was written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. The prompt was to choose a quotation from William Wordsworth and write….