Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Let them be

From the footsteps of a bus,

the polymath proclaims:

Never erase those flashes of thoughts

that flicker in your mind.

Come rain or sun, like

hays from the meadows,


spread them out to shine.


Let them be and foment.


Free the reins and let loose the anarchy of chance.


In time, the traces left will coalesce


and ideas will arise from the subliminal trance.

9 comments:

Stan Ski said...

You just never know when they might come in useful.

Amity said...

I am with Stan...:)

They may come in handy when needed and you don't need a briefcase to encase them, just the awesome memories...:)

Rinkly Rimes said...

Some call it the Muse but I like your 'take' on this one.

Lilibeth said...

I love the flitter of your thought traces as they coalesce into this poem.

Tumblewords: said...

Great use of the prompt words - I love where you took this.

Dee Martin said...

I really liked this even though I had to look up polymath lol - very cool!

pieceofpie said...

this reminds me of those places we go when we are sitting on a train, at an airport waiting, at a long signal... blue sky

ThomG said...

beautifully written.

Vivek said...

@All:

Thank you :D

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