Days Poem by Karle Wilson Baker
Days
Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;
And other days they drift and shine - such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.
a nice poem of contrasts? I suppose it depends on which side of the bed you got out of that day?
A vivid contrast of the complexity of thought. Efficiently rendered, yet colorfully articulated.
Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; // beautiful poetic expression
Thoughts should always be like that- '....in the grey woods of.... mind.... I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings'. Exquisitely crafted poem. Thanks.
What better way to express the way thoughts behave? Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing the lovely poem.x
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Human nature it is....sometimes with reason, sometimes without reasons.....good poem