waking, I comb out
snarled colors/tangled dreaming
groomed to clarity
***
pure clarity of
one drop of rainwater, poised
on a blade of grass
***
birdsong, like bright bells
such rough, joyous clarity
ringing in the day
waking, I comb out
snarled colors/tangled dreaming
groomed to clarity
***
pure clarity of
one drop of rainwater, poised
on a blade of grass
***
birdsong, like bright bells
such rough, joyous clarity
ringing in the day
Extremely wonderful Susan ! You’ve got your brain going on all day! WONDERFUL ~Deborah
Thanks so much Deb 🙂
beautiful – you succeed in making visible the invisible mental struggle we all go through trying to fix, distill and finesse inchoate and hazy thoughts that come to us in our dreams! and the joy we feel when we succeed!
Thank you so much, Noel–this morning requires extra combing 🙂 ….or coffee