Thursday Morning's Thoughts Expanded On Friday
Written by Gail DeBole
On October 12, 2023
Updated on October 13, 2023
These words that pour out from thoughts.
Randomly without making patterns, at first.
OK. Sometimes making random patterns.
Spurting out and mixing like
Ingredients for a batter.
Swirls like nothing else.
Until cohesive in my mind.
Maybe not in yours.
Meaning in my world.
Sometimes in yours.
Meaning that sometimes escapes me
Until a future epiphany crystallizes.
Orange grapes floating in a sea of waves.
Meaning and importance that can be suspect.
See what I mean?
They all end up on this screen.
Copyright © Gail Debole | Year Posted 2023
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