Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
| Thoughts on the Roof What if my mind were weightless with thoughts like hard seeds within little nuggets of potential in waiting for the day when I fall to earth my dreams sprouting roots and stems to spread into the loam of life as my rotten being decays in death? I really should get out more. Line count: 8 Free verse For The Daily Poem, 03.09.26 Prompt #8 for March: Photo of person sitting on car roof amid mountains - thoughts only, nothing concretely relating to the senses (no see, hear, touch, taste, smell). |