Promptly poetry entries |
DREAMS A vivid concoction in my mind Craziness is often there; A cornucopia of what I've binged online And all of the boredom stored up. There is no rhyme or reason, Jumping from one thing to another, I suppose there is a story, If only I could remember. The funny thing is, once I've woken - The dreams elude my attempts at retrieving them. Like trying to grasp the fog in front of me. prompt ▶︎ ![]() |