I am not the raindrop’s daughter.
I am the morning’s winter daylight call.
A fraction of pressure,
a rushing reminder.
A joke;
a half-thought.
But when the scattered bolders beyond
behold the wisdom,
thin lightning drops drape my mind.
It’s a seeming,
a mere,
a reflection so dear,
that thoughts radiate and escape.
The odds are great.


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2 Responses to Reminder

  1. zumpoems says:

    This is very well crafted — has such a nice flow to it!

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