drowning in a mud puddle

the beavers
in my mind
have erected a dam
that keeps the fiction
silent
as i desperately try
to wrangle
the words

overhead
a group of sparrows drops
shiny bits
of metal pieces
of colorful yarn
an occasional twig
to feed the rumbling hunger
of poetry

it’s like
drowning
in a mud puddle
after pulling yourself
from the sea
or sinking
into the quicksand
of every childhood horror

2 thoughts on “drowning in a mud puddle

  1. Somethings wrong with me. Beaver and erected interrupted my absorption of what this should be. Pardon my pubescent mental tangent.

    But,
    Upon the Several sips of coffee and a forth read, I am now there. ❤️ I adore your mind

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