Beads of red
Red drops beading,
Crimson lines against the white.
Streaks that burn,
Painting patterns as they run.
Drip, drip, dripping,
Until caught and soaked right up.
Mind is emptied,
Calming breaths that last a while.
From the most powerful emotions are born the most powerful words, like this bit of poetry.
I visited the zoo today and return home with a head full of wonderful experiences and memories. For now, I offer up this suitable story that I wrote a while back.
Good morning, world. Here’s a poem I wrote to serve as a form of reminder to myself of how my mind works.
This was a subject I stumbled over when I wrote my entry yesterday, so I wrote something up for it today.
A rambly thing that was created out of some personal observations about myself.
(That would be the Montaigne definition of “essay”, right?)