My Thoughts Swing

Higher and higher I fly on life’s swing
Not playing well in the silicate box.

My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground
I ponder life and if it has meaning.

At silicate glass windows I throw rocks
Confounding a dream that’s now shattering.

Screams crash in my head but there is no sound
Dreams defeated that are now splattering.

This poem was based on the prompt by for Day 14 of National Poetry Writing Month. The prompt was to write a eight-line, san san poem which repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The eight lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.