Winter’s Limbo Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones
Winter’s Limbo
Thoughts drift by, mindlessly,
dreaming of summers that have been,
and springtimes yet to come.
Mellow, mellifluous, metaphors,
stirring in the lazy afternoon,
seeking for solace,
in the maelstroms of the mind;
But no words flow,
No new ideas are born
to pose a question,
or challenge
an eager pen.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
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4/19/2024 8:24:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh contraire, Sir! Mellow, mellifluous, metaphors indeed! I'd say euphonious at the least… ;) ... well penned tribute to winter's doldrums and a waning of the muse...