The taking of a place, a whisper
Bounding through the land, a sigh
Lost in thought, a murmur
Gathering some hint, a creep
Tumbling downhill, a drip
Grabbing a stone, a drop
Pillaging a honeycomb, a danger
Gathering the thought, a brainstorm
So many bits in part of a mind and focus, Brandished.
If anything it was a twist of light, and the moment in this part stands tall.
What do they mean? That is for interpretation to decide! I find myself more and more dazed as I consider the standing of how many there are. We begin! And for this here? Enjoy the read of a stranger one of my poems!
Strange but with meaning.