Dec 12, 2022
amuse bouche
i lay in bed
staring at the ceiling,
the familiar muted, rumbling scrape of the snow plow
forcing its way through the fluffy white layers of my thoughts
piling them off to the side of the road
to be revisited on a warmer, sunnier day.
my attention drifts
to the profoundness of writing
the magic of creation
all birthed from a mundane moment of
inspiration.
the pleasure of
weaving words,
winding wistful wonderings
like spindled thread
into poems
like these,
little flavorful bites of thought
an amuse bouche
for the mind
- xel simone
december 11, 2022 11:34 PM