My Stream of Consciousness

“When doubt is embedded, insomnia erupts out of nowhere, inviting with it an upheaval of thoughts and a tornado of worry, which reverberates through a mysterious unmanageable problematic of the brain.”

Ikrame Selkani, A drop of hope in an ocean of doubts

the stream of consciousness
tells of a sapphire and tangerine rising


gone as the tune a sad trombone laments

assailing the heart into ribbons
dying a different kind of death, suffocating
in soul-gasps in the stench of insouciant space

so weary in the stale dust of that barren place

a desert that barely whispers its name in a dry breeze,
and then twists into dust devils in aching reverberation
a drumming of desolation in tides which ebb and flow

out of the remains of a sensible symphony

those triumphant gestures, a cacophony at times
still once, snowy white roses, a fragile hope
gone as the fall leaves without soft-hearted nourishment

inquietude where mind banished the heart

and love with it, drowning without even a cloaked tenderness
being swept out to sea, oh this mad world
so empty when the briny waters flowed back to shore

streaming shadows those ghosts of the past

souvenirs at times diverting patinas, an option to polish
to discover by chance and replenish with salts of vitality
leading dewed spring flowers to envelop into the solstice

leave perplexing allusions to paddle into the refractive waters

shifting sediments to just be, sparking a path
with rhythmic strokes this gentle sapphire and tangerine rising
the rejoining of love with mind in a jubilant dawn

~ namasté, Leah J. 🕊

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