When my imagination strikes and swirls
Carrying the makings of a storm untamed
It’s quite the sight — lightning, wind, sticks and bricks
Dare not linger too close;
Lest you are entranced by the encroaching event horizon.
But it’s already too late. As I spoke, you were caught within
The images that continue to form and vanish from your mind
Are the orchestrations of my neuronal ensemble.
Nothing to do but simply enjoy the show.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Lusidus
Maybe I just don’t like sharing you, dear reader …
O.D. 
The image and your prose go so well together. A beautiful piece of writing.
Thank you 🙂
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Whoa! Had to read this a couple times, it’s so immersive! I, of course, could hear it as if you read it aloud, which somehow makes it even better… I like that last bit, simply enjoy the show. Sometimes that’s all we have. Or get. Anyway, great piece!
I’ve been wanting to record again so badly lol waiting for a new mic. Thanks for reading Tara; I appreciate you 🙂
How exciting! I look forward to hearing more from you. Typically I don’t get the opportunity to listen to bloggers but I make sure to listen to yours. Seriously the best.