Lighting StrikesA Poem by Francis OrionOde to Seinfeld
Pondering, mind open, thoughts a drift, I lay in my bed.
You slowly crawl in and come to shape in my head. A brilliant flash of genius, a yarn of a tale that starts with this single thread. To tired to begin it, so I scribble you down instead. Satisfied, I give myself to slumber knowing tomorrow's writing lie ahead. Waking from my rest, only to be deceived by what I read. Surely, my idea was in this scribble, for in my sleep it fled. Over and over I tried to figure it out, my frustration began to spread. "Flaming globes of Sigmond" had left me misled. I guess some ideas are better off unsaid. © 2015 Francis OrionAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 24, 2015 Last Updated on September 24, 2015 AuthorFrancis OrionCapital Region , NYAboutWriting for fun, writing for release, writing for escape. sometimes poetic, sometimes whimsical, sometimes erotic, but always means something to me. more..Writing
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