10 Words by Tatiana:
autumnal, music, French, bounding, crowd, smoky, birch, crackle, accordion,
lantern
Be kind,
and remind me, where
should my mind be?
My head
expands and inhales, taking in
life, drawing it out, like a
portable squeeze box. Why
doesn't this breeze ease, or
appease? instead of just tease, before
the impending deep freeze...please.
Just
enjoying my flannel outdoor setting, sitting
on my French-style wood bench. There should be musical accompaniment to the
dancing birch leaves and autumnal breeze with its
delicate scent of decay. Hopes,
yes, do remain, bounding; echoes
resounding, browsing obtrusively, current
states of mind, rousing...now
crowding...
Be kind,
and remind me, where
will my mind go?
Memories
are smoky, yes, but they
are definitively sound. This
sound should be...music...
Apple
tree leaves crackle under feet, hopes are
fragile, thoughts ramble, scrambling
to remain thankful for so much, be it
just keeping rational for the moment. My eyes
take in all; my brain, dissects,
and takes dictation mostly. This
portable box vibrates annoyingly, and
doesn't let me sleep...
Like a
lantern, I suppose, a light
of solace and comfort, encased
in a delicate glass box, seemingly
to provide sight, but in
the end...just
a small glimmer in the darkness...but I'll
take it.
Dictation:
Protective
Reflective
Introspective
Retrospective
Suggestive
Congestive...
Be kind,
and remind me, where
should my mind be?
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