Jul 2023
Caught in the mundane
Imagination escapes my thoughts
Wilfully plant themselves someplace alive
Joyous trees in the forest thrive
Not a word
Written nor spoken
Some emotions best buried underneath
Not to be watered never to sprout
Crossing paths and boundaries too
Rain meets summer, seasons intermingle
Flowering blooms spring stays bold
Leaves of colour, turn to gold
My thoughts like silt and sand
Awash and Washed ashore
Emerge and submerge
Wavering like the waves
The mundane rose and raved
Common its place
Not a day with or without
Every day life thrives
Imagination escapes my thoughts
Wilfully plant themselves someplace alive
Joyous trees in the forest thrive
Not a word
Written nor spoken
Some emotions best buried underneath
Not to be watered never to sprout
Crossing paths and boundaries too
Rain meets summer, seasons intermingle
Flowering blooms spring stays bold
Leaves of colour, turn to gold
My thoughts like silt and sand
Awash and Washed ashore
Emerge and submerge
Wavering like the waves
The mundane rose and raved
Common its place
Not a day with or without
Every day life thrives
Except for the last verse, rest was written on 15th June
