Thoughts

Thoughts float in that infinite

Small space between bodies and oblivion, and are near

Impossible to grasp.

 

They weave themselves into his fingertips and strands of unruly hair,

Or stretch wide to brush

 Against the face of God.

 

Some flit from place to place

And disappear around unseen

Corners, whilst others linger, silent.

 

My thoughts waltz over lost memories and

Charcoal, pausing to glance at guarded hearts

Before dancing on towards the colour green,

Never turning to look back or wonder why.

Reviews

[Bala Gorthi]

Thoughts , the most difficult to control segment of human life just wander anywhere. I liked your description of thought movements. You tried show the infinity of thoughts by taking them as far as the oblivion.
Like to see more from you.
A Good write. Keep writing and keep sharing...

Bala.
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[grace.b]

Thank you, I have a few pieces on other sites that I'm gradually going to be moving over to here.

[Makrix Mottle]

I suppose this was alright.

[grace.b]

Could you elaborate, and give me some constructive criticism then?