It started with half-formed thoughts.
Celestial scribbles . . .
. . . smeared with cosmic paint on the canvas of her mind.
Until, with a sudden flash of inspiration,
powerful ideas
powerful ideas
ignited possibility.
A concept exploded into existence,
producing cosmic confetti
that filled her soul
with light.
Why can't THEY?
Why CAN'T they?
WHY can't they?
Feel the fire?
See the exquisite entities emerging from the flames?
Hear the harmonies?!
Perhaps it is a question of perception?
Maybe her scintillating conversations . . .
. . . are inconsequential specks to them?
Maybe her galaxies . . .
Are their fuzzy poodles?
A post that ends with a poodle doesn't impact the reader with much of a bang, does it?!
Or even a sizzle, really! :-(
More like a fizzle, if you ask me!
Poem & Photos by Cherice Montgomery - July 7, 2007
