Thoughts spring forth from every crevice
of my complicated mind
Some are jumbled fragments
While others well-defined
Glimpses of past experiences or
aspirations yet to come
A mosaic of ideas
Filtering most, but sharing some
Thoughts sometimes so compelling they
wake me from my sleep
Carried fresh with me all morning
By evening obsolete
Why not carry pen and paper
everywhere I go?
saving precious inspirations
Like the poets I do know
What is the reason for stalling,
this evident short fall?
The answer very simple
I am not a poet at all
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Comments: 18
love ya,
Paula
p.s. Next to you...if you'll be so kind as to Invite us to sit at your table...lol
(better start carrying that pencil and paper)
A great poem from a no-poet!
I think a lot of poetry writers can see themselves in your words. Excellent poem!
love it
thank you