FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH

In a blink of an eye

An idea is born

And if its not nurtured

The idea will be gone.

But this seed of thought

Given time to grow

From a seed to a tree;

The grand picture is exposed.

An idea to be shared

To some just a thought

Like a bird being snared

To be released when caught.

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

Like the bird analogy...so true... you have to write those ideas/ thoughts down into a poem before they disappear forever...

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks fran for dropping by

[alf]

Hi Andrew. Amen to that sentiment. I sleep with pen and paper ( ooh hoo, anyone out there remember what they were????) so when I struggle to sleep, those thoughts don't slip away. Loved this. you have it just right!!!, alf

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks alf:)

[alf]

But of course I expect . . .