with brain a-buzz
around a central thought,
like a lovely cloud of moths
that never lite,
the maybe-haze obscures certainty,
clarity,
conclusion
there is no focus
to the flutter of if’s;
one cannot
settle...
grasp… possess… know
but in the unknowing
lies the possibility
of infinite possibilities,
and this is where our minds can dance
This is for G-man at FF55 where you can go to read 55 word gems.
I love, "like a lovely cloud of moths that never lite". Very focused, your poems and wit.
ReplyDeleteThank you Yvonne!
DeleteLike unknowing as you ay many things can be thought of and hope to be true.
ReplyDeleteSchrodinger's Cat...
DeleteThat was so pretty!
ReplyDeleteThank you Brandi :o)
Deletemaybes and ifs will def rob you of opportunity...there comes a time we have to move regardless and trust we will be caught...
ReplyDeleteAh, I wasn't even thinking along those lines.
DeleteThis is really good, Mary. So many excellent lines-especially like 'maybe-haze' and 'flutter of ifs,' and the ending is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you Joy. I always appreciate your comments.
DeleteMind buoyancy.
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DeleteOh yeah baby, you been hittin the left over Holiday Cheer I see.
ReplyDeleteI get those same Mothy Clouds!!!
It's so nice to see you back Bach.
You know whenever you contribute to the Friday Funfest, I get to fluttering also.
Loved your always classy 55 Mary.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Hahaha - are you telling me that's all from the holiday spirit(s)? Thanks Galen, and thank you for hosting the weekly 55 for all of us loyal followers :o)
ReplyDeletethere is no focus
ReplyDeleteto the flutter of if’s;
But that is where creativity starts? :) Loved this (and the hair do)
Perhaps Margaret. Thank you!
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