Wednesday, 21 July 2010


ideas drop from the sky
they hide under toadstools
flow unexpected from the pen nib
lurk unseen under computer keys

ideas are veiled in mist
they are revealed in a sudden sunsplash
uninvited like the clouds
carried by the gentle breeze

ideas are scattered by the wind
they pitter patter like soft rain
fall silently with the snow
hang from the eaves like icicles

ideas burst forth with the sunrise
they emerge from the twilight shadows
are shrowded in old dust sheets
whisper their intent from the lips of a lover

ideas fall from the pages of books
they leap from a stream of words
blurted out by children
suggested by a woman's curve