Truly Random Poetry
A Random Thought
A wind passes through the door,
Carrying on its wings a random thought;
Which tumbles to the ground in confusion,
Beginning its travel in the forest of my mind.
Nonsensical thing that it is,
It wanders 'neath the boughs of imagination.
It pauses a moment in its travel then,
Running its fingers through a stream of consciousness,
Watching it weave about stones of boredom.
It hops across the stones,
Following the stream a time,
Until it becomes a murmuring brook of musing....
Only to be swept away by a river of serious thought.
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A Random Thought's Return
I pause before a random thought,
Trembling just out of reach, forgot;
Then down it tumbles through logic's stair,
Escaping to imagination's open air.
It trips and dances through reason's lane,
Escaping me through pondering's rain;
I chase it up the mountain of will,
Then watch it slip down curiosity's hill.
Slowly I close in upon its form,
Will it return, no longer forlorn-
Yet off it goes on creativity's wings,
Sweeping me along as it gleefully sings.
Exhausted I call off the chase,
Returning once more to my resting place.
And what waits to greet me at reality's door?
The random thought is lurking to play once more.
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Just a couple silly poems I wrote; one is a few years old, the second was just written today.
For the former- the things that can keep a cashier amused when it's a low day at work. Sometimes just mentally chasing random thoughts is the best fun you can have.
For the latter- the joys of having a sudden idea...that just refuses to take shape no matter what you do. Then you give up and sit back to think of something else...and guess what comes back?
It was by far and away the harder of the two. Thanks! ^.^
