Verge of Existence
On the verge of existence,
an idea is spawned.
Across the great chasm,
of fragile, so yawned.
To jot down on faux paper,
of the memory's mind.
Stashed away in thoughts,
with emotions, entwined.
Perhaps in a dream,
burst from the scene,
of head swimming turmoil,
so real it could scream.
Perhaps from a pitfall,
on the path to rendition.
Perhaps from a foible,
in a top-secret mission.
Whatever it is, or was,
when it finally takes shape.
Its emergence is priceless,
that one cannot ape.
The birth of a notion,
like a drop from the ocean,
needs tender devotion,
to realize its fruition.
So do not despair,
little idea up in the air.
If you catch on,
everyone will share.
If not, you'll become…
Oblivion.
Copyright 2016 © Ronald W. Hull
2/18/16
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little idea up in the air..."
I'll remember these lines, next time I need courage to see me through!
Little idea to catch on. Wonderful to share
this beautiful write.
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
like a drop from the ocean,
needs tender devotion,
to realize its fruition.
How So Very True
I really enjoyed your "Verge Of Existence" poem. It's so challenging to think back upon the things we've done, but more challenging to contemplate what might have happened had we done the things we didn't do.
Rf
John
Love ya!
Jane
Rebecca