bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Daydreams start their exercise, mind wanders through the future and the past just touching down at times to see the view of old love, wrinkled in the corner, cast off thoughts that could have been all ripe and bursting, grapes of passion turned to wrath and vinegar no sweet silk honey sliding down the throat just the stinging scent of charcoal, gentle mist ... of smoke? Oh gods, I've burned the toast again!
bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Whenever I sit down to write I need to remember to make sure there is nothing cooking on high heat or it will burn. I seem to have a food motif creeping in to my work at the moment.
Probably not enough romance around, and the weather is rather bland today.
i have this problem too ... so many burned kitchen appliances and frying pans lol But the best thoughts and lines comes to mind when I stir while i cook. Then i'm gone to write them down and stop thinking about abandoned pots on a stove.
Sun will come out again as usualy
Try to see it from the perspective of being an inevitable .... it is still beautiful
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mind wanders through
the future and the past
just touching down at times
to see the view of old love,
wrinkled in the corner,
cast off thoughts
that could have been
all ripe and bursting,
grapes of passion
turned to wrath
and vinegar
no sweet silk honey
sliding down the throat
just the stinging scent
of charcoal, gentle mist ...
of smoke?
Oh gods, I've burned
the toast again!
Good morning