Reflection in the Gazing Ball
Promptly Written Word of the day — reflection
babbling brook of fear
distorted memories call
circling my earthly sphere,
babbling brook of fear
searching for a direction sign
mindless reels of flashbacks
feeling wrapped in heavy twine
no more dead stops on my tracks
sitting under my favorite tree
new leaves filter the sky
searching for the golden key
as cotton ball clouds float by
flower gardens bloom
colorful bouquets of chance
blue sky horizons loom
weaving steps of the dance
©jules 2022
Morning coffee response to Christine Graves's Word of the Day prompt — reflection.