spinwin

[cacian]

when i am on form
i write
storms
melodies become
foams
to dance on loans
of tornado
cones
everything to a word
becomes
a bird
flying absurds
this feeling is beyond heard
to manage it
takes nerd
but i am willing
ready is my winning.

[PeterL]

A Nor'easter just ended, and that's how
My thoughts run. They are hard, fast, and direct.
They are driven, like the leaves cleared from lawns
Pushed under bushes and shrubs that made them.
Trees still have their coats and flowers remain
Since we've only had a mild frost, and my thoughts
Aren't all cleared away either, and some ideas
Are clearer like the dry Autumnal air.