Looking through tomorrow's puddle of words.

Words lie muddled

in puddles

where sentences could jump

but fall forgotten.

Leaving remnants stuck

on a turntable turning

the merry go round

a favourite verse

a broken arm

in a carnival lost in mind

leaving a written trail

of scrabbled letters dusty,

and a fishing line baited

but empty.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

being a scrabble and fishing nut...i related so well to the metaphors here....
and my vinyl records still spin on my turntable...as my life spins with a fierce song of aging constantly teaching me who i am.
j.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A delightful and fun piece, that jumps off the screen as it were, well done, good read.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Thomas