Silver Thoughts (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #6)   Leave a comment

Silver thoughts serpentine
Through my mind like plasticine.
Trying to mold this fever dream
Into something I think I’ve seen

I can’t seem to make it real.
This dream existence that I feel.
Between my hands, solid as a beam.
This idea that is as true as steel.

They whirl around, instead, like air.
Fool me with pretending they were there.
But it’s only a trick to seem
Like something that should make me care.

Like they are something worthwhile.
Something that would be worth the trial
To work upon; to make it them gleam.
To finally look upon and smile.

But, alas, the thoughts keep prancing.
Never stopping, never chancing
To ever be more than a dream.
So they remain, forever dancing.

– Shaman Romney 2015

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