A thought released is a boomerang
It'll rattle around and make a bang
The clutter's helpless against the noise
Thought recovered and expressed with poise
Excellent, Eileen! Wonderful capture of that which each one of us knows sooooooooooooo well! Love the light and airiness to this, just like that wayward feather-thought. I don't think it's lost at all... just lining the brain's nest to hatch a fresh brood of fertile poetic ET chicklets! :)) xx
You are not alone. Somehow many thoughts float away as the day takes hold and the mind becomes cluttered with daily chores, but it will return again...
Eileen, I see that I am not alone when I attempt to recapture a poetic moment if I am without pen and paper. In those moments I have found that the thought and the essence are forever lost in another segment of time I am unable to recapture. Frustrating. May peace and love be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Eileen, you are making me jealous, you can write such beautiful lines, with clutter on the brain, darn it what happened to mine, I could well imagine had you mind been clear ha, Hugs!
Jasmin Horst
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Ron
Well Penned
Love & peace be with you
William
In Spirit,
Bear
It'll rattle around and make a bang
The clutter's helpless against the noise
Thought recovered and expressed with poise
Patrick
John
Who knows where thoughts come from or whence they will go. Clutter of your brain, or in your warm heart. NIce thought, these thoughts.
Mary
Be always safe,
Karen
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
George
Jasmin Horst
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D