Rustling Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaves fluttering in my mind, quietly rustling
thoughts from depths of imagination.

Flitting them in vertical directions as they
float like oil upon water.

Horizontally shifting sands beneath ocean waves,
accidently getting mouthfuls of distaste as salt
water splashes itself into a mouth silenced by
thought-filled words.

Antecedent-like, listening to white foam whistling
as it's jostled about by vibrations, breaking over
jagged rocks scattered along the beach.