Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

A pumpkin pie for poetry.
Hmm, so you've traded in your worded wit for an oven mit.
You Benedict Arnold you.


That seems about right. That's about when I remember not remembering.

as always,
wordsy
"a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"