Wracking Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wracking Thoughts



Wracking thoughts like cue balls on a billiard table, taking aim, shooting, ideas falling into pockets set up protectively, helping to write what flows naturally.
Figuring the possibilities of energetic patterns, falling into place so swiftly and aptly, keeping pace with my mind without any difficulty.

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