Thoughts offshore my heartFew sailing towards,Few sailing away.Some I do remember,Some just numb existence.At times, I look through the prism,Perhaps searching for the dispersionof colours, of emotions.Fear, anger, happiness,sadness;the multitude of colours in one.Yet when I watch it over the blue sky,It's only the warmth of joy,I find from the rainbow.Thoughts offshore my heartFew sailing …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 11] “An Artist”
Intriguing it is, to look at a man lost in the depths of his thoughts; detached from the cacophony of physicality. finding his way through alleys of imagination; where getting lost is voluntary. freedom in the truest sense; laissez-faire of the mind. Wonder what he is thinking? the joy of a blooming tulip garden, or …