My ideas–Scattered red beamsStrobing the black cloudsOf my shadowed consciousGlimpses of a thoughtFlicker here and thereLittered fragmentsThe collective of themesSpread over the next few daysUnseenNot yet knownSkirting my mind’s rocky edge I sit at the tableAmidst torn papersScrunched ballsOf writerly frustrationBut I keep writingKeep searchingFor that constantSingular streamOf inspiration Continue reading