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.
A “Stream of Consciousness” poem written for We Write Poems Prompt #125

Author: Misky

‘Misky’ lives in the UK surrounded by flowers, freshly baked bread, and always keeps dog biscuits in her pocket for her blind Springer Spaniel. She never buys clothing without pockets. Her work is widely published.

10 thoughts on “Stirring”

    1. 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.:)

  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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