seems perfectly natural.
like deep breathing the first whiff
of summer,
you know the one…
full of sweetness, it churns your golden
thoughts— each
reaching for one
after the other, eager for airtime
chapter 1:
fiction or non-fiction?
please don’t ask me to decide!
storytelling isn’t only for made-up stuff,
for how would scientific-y discoveries get
discovered
if every discovery
were not first a dream?
were not first a mind-picture of
wantings
on this sacred day,
my choice is to melt into the pleasantries
as
dreamstate settles around, cocooning me
keeping me safe;
as
dreamstate whispers me
loving pen to paper sublime,
“write, my love, write”
ahhhh — it’s my favorite:
the (never)end(ing)
story
L.S. 6/28/23
tiny poem prompt
Photo was taken when the clouds looked amazing. Happens often lol.
laurie sliben, writer 