By Krista Johnson
Lost in purchased imagery
of foreign sights and sounds
past thoughts silently suppressed.
A flow of words across the eye
of people, places, and emotions. A
moving picture of the mind.
Hands anchor and trade
with fingers at the ready to
thumb through to new realities.
Thoughts race at contemplation of motive,
an anticipation of twist
perhaps I knew it all along.
Such daily relaxation forever cheap
to pick up my own pen and take a leap.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing, SNHU Student