Like watercolor bleeding
across the page—
my thoughts refuse
to stay tethered
inside of me.
They flicker through
the dark crevices
of my brain,
spilling into
liquid silver.
I watch them unfurl
into thoughts
I do not control.
They float,
pieces of me scattered
across the atmosphere.
Some seep
into the clouds
and become
nourishing rain.
When it falls,
dreams bloom
in a shimmering haze.
I stand in awe
of an enrapturing glow—
like moonlight
dancing on water—
where the silver veil hovers,
gently undulating
in a magical show.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This weekend, I was traveling back to Puerto Rico from Indiana. During a layover in Baltimore, I opened my poetry workbook and found an assignment: to write a poem using the word phosphenes as a prompt—without mentioning the word itself. I gave it some thought, worked on it, and this is what I came up with.
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Comments2
Beautiful in its imagery, wonderous in metaphor it speaks to the reader. Lovely
So happy that the poem has that effect. Your words tell me I'm on the right path. Thank you for reading my poem and commenting on it. Thank you again!
That paints a very beautiful picture, enjoyed the read
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