Here, a quickly written poem based on a list prompt from We Write Poems— a site I just discovered and look forward to exploring soon. Try it yourself!
When you hear those tangled blue dreams of knowing, begin—
First, turn to vapor all the words tagged Nightmare by your soul:
Carapace, chrysalis, cocoon all spiral away into the dark
With all the winged truths they held. Not these.
Next, Soul, nurture the witch in the cathedral of your center
Drop into your inky cauldron the striped filaments
Of all those years of rain and roots and nurturing.
As sunlight stripes the stone floor, turn to those watchers
Stoic demons, blooming angels and honeysuckled geishas
In gowns fragile as fortunes.
Together, marvel at the brimming cauldron
How the rising smoke of a million votives
Twists with seafoam air from a thousand long-stemmed hookahs
Into the invisible future you built,
cradled in its mystery, opaque eggshell of time.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
A beautiful use of the words.
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I find it wonderful, the way you weave together the words to create these images. Most intriguing was the witch in the cathedral.
-Nicole
I have no idea where that witch came from, but I’m wondering about her too! Thanks so much, Nicole, for reading and especially for taking the time to comment.
This is an adventure into imagination. Wonderfully penned.
It was fun to write–sometimes, using someone else’s words is akin to opening a window, that breeze of new language. Thank you so much for reading and, especially for your kind words.