
A stream of consciousness poem
A continuous flow sonnet ordinarily streams openly, catching contemplations and impressions as they happen, without sticking to customary graceful designs. Here is a model:
Daylight dapples through leaves
Murmurs of wind in my ears
Espresso smell floats by
A far off alarm howls
Recollections of young life summers
Grass stimulating uncovered feet
The heaviness of uninitiated books
A bird's melody hinders
Plans for the day scroll perpetually
The clock ticks perseveringly
A neighbor's giggling reverberations
Yearning for far away places
The flavor of the previous dinner waits
Fingers tap an unheard beat
Mists shift, reshape, break down
A neglected dream reemerges
The day unfurls, second by second
Considerations entwine, discrete, reconnect
In the continuous flow



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