Small Thought

The black ink flows like a river of tar

Slow and smooth

Bubbles occasionally form then burst with ideas

A concept, the seed of imagination that might even

Soon become the final product

 

What if it's never fully produced?

It stays hidden away in a crevice of my brain

The thoughtlet never makes it out through my mouth

Or sadly even

Through the ball point of my pen

 

Poor melancholy little magnificent thought

The conscience never thought you important enough to escape

So alone and cold you huddled

Not even worth

The brilliance of the light of day

 

Here I lay now in my box surrounded by earth

Along with my soul, the death of my genius

Would you have thought it good

or maybe even

Important, crucial to share him with the world?

 

Alas it's too late and of unimportance

How many thoughts die everyday?

Owners need not be timid

Share your thoughts, even when

You doubt the importance of your mind

Reviews

[Aidz]

The lament of a scribe.... 2nd last stanza sweet indeed

[Tate Morgan]

I carry a note book to jot these in when i have them I have many sitting round the house that i turn to when i need inspiration You might try that.It saves them for later Great poem.

[KristynRuth]

Thank you for the tip!

[Chris]

yes... please

[Sami Khalil]

"Owners need not be timid

Share your thoughts, even when

You doubt the importance of your mind"
A very good poem. I like the ending the most...:)

[KristynRuth]

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it

[Sami Khalil]

I did...My pleasure...:)

[Jack...]

This is very cool. We all have these thoughts that we think we just should keep to ourselves...what would happen if we let them out? This had a nice feel to it and kept me hooked till the end.

[KristynRuth]

Thank you so much, I think this is one of my better poems. Glad you enjoyed.

[Jack...]

It was very good.