My subconscious translation ❤️

Words within sentences I adjust and align

With the world as my oyster I stretch my imagination

To muster an original chimerical creation 

One paragraph penned I am pleased with the flow

Yet in my mind’s eye, where will this go ? 

I shall unravel fine threads from tangles of twists

To conjure up, materialize shreads for the gists

Whilst I recap recollections from my stories of old

Those yesteryears yearnings so eager to be told

Too many pictures to play back and portray

Which one do I pick for this lugubrious wet day ?

Perhaps I shall return to those times of my youth

Tho my Life in verse has told tales of my truth

As a matter of fact betwixt my multitudinous yarns

 I should have summoned and stated my historic bygones

So this piece of poetry shall not reminisce from my memoirs

Nor will it look into my future or study the stars

it is merely my muse and my personal procreation

As I waffle whilst wavering my subconscious translation

I said at the beginning I was unaware of my intent