Tuesday, September 15, 2015

9/15/17 7:00 AM

many strange streams flow
through the landscape of the mind
some with less color less contrast
breeze less
to my body thoughts

of snails and claws
and the parts of me
that pay the tolls

others with a left behind lonely ruin
feel of someone who never learned to ask for anything
the rest filled with mountains
and air curved wakes
or when I become pregnant and give birth to a monster



Angel said...

Mind blowing lines :) Hi River Cat, been missing your poetry. Please visit my blog too, got some new post there.

Kind regards:)

rivercat said...

yes, hello there. I visited and it looked like an ad for another blog type social media thing or something.