Riding thoughts to nowhere

On the crest of solitude

rides my silence;

thoughts reserved

I ponder...

on their worth

to be expelled, shared

or just be still,

chilled.

In the calm 

frozen in silence;

parked in empty,

paused,

my space reserved.

Thoughts.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we reserve room for those thoughts, and then we reserve the space for them in our poems...and then during the frozen, empty silence...we write them...and those thoughts are paused in time.

[andrew mitchell]

Nice review J thank you