Wish dreams were softly draped in strands like cultured pearls,
rather than fragments seen through a cracked mirror,
broken bits and pieces of memories,
sojourns to unfamiliar places,
images tossed about on scattered seas,
thoughts like tumbleweeds,
repeating over and over again.
This was a one-sentence exercise. It’s liberating to write a stream of thought… let if flow and see where it goes. Give it a try and add yours to the comment section.
For your listening enjoyment: String of Pearls by Glen Miller.