Conversations with Myself 1.5

Some days I have no words.

I search for them,

and try to pull them down.

It as if they left for the day

to find some magic outside my head.

On other days they flow like a river,

I cannot catch them fast enough.

I drown in their screaming.

On best days,

they ebb and flow like the tide.

They come to me in sincerity.

I put them down, rearrange them like a puzzle.

And when l feel their serendipity,

I let them go.

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Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.