Stirring

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/

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10 thoughts on “Stirring

  1. 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…

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