Stirring whirlpools in milky
coffee – sip tea before bed.
Deep pillows of dreams for passing
the hours – clocks that chime at quarter
marks. Church bells calling the faithful –
prayers and chants, candles
and benedictions. We stir
whirlpools in the Milky Way.
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A “Stream of Consciousness” poem written for We Write Poems Prompt #125 http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/prompt-125-its-post-your-poems-day/
This creates such a graceful gentle deep swirling, Misky!! Beautifully written, “stream.”
Aaah, I’m so pleased that you liked it, Hannah. Thank you. I’ll do the reciprocal reading/commenting tomorrow as it’s my bedtime now.
Such a beautiful whirl through the little gestures and sounds which make up a seemingly-mundane moment. I love the distant associations between all the pieces of this scene.
Thank you, Andra. I’m pleased that you enjoyed reading it.
Swirls in our drinks and in our eyes — fun
Thank you, and I appreciate your reading it, Sabio.
I do truly believe that while we may be but specks in the great swirl we are important.
Thanks for your visit – I try to see the glass half full.
Some days it is easier than others…
Oh my, Jules, you don’t sound your usual optimistic self. Take care, and many thanks for stopping by for a read.
I’m delighted by how you streamed ‘whirlpool’.
Thanks, Irene!