Poetry

A random idea, captured from my stream of thought.

Thoughts fleet;

They race,

And then are gone.

They disappear

As though they've never been.

To capture them,

I write them down;

The fleeting thoughts

Are my soul’s sound.

Author's Note

Please ignore typos. First reactions appreciated.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Oh how I can relate to this! I have two notebooks where I jot down things that come to mind. Then when I get writers block, I search thru my notes to find something that resonates at that moment. If I don't write it down, my ideas will definitely be just like you're describing here! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Initial reaction is great little write. I am so glad you held on to that stream of thought long enough to jot em down.....All Good Things, Neville

[Debbie Barry]

Thank you, Neville! I'm glad you liked it. I cheated a little. I voice-texted it to myself as soon as it came into my head, so I wouyldn't forget it, and then tidied it up afterward, when I had more leisure.

[Neville]

Very sensible and very honest of you Debbie and of course, it paid off too. There you are, honesty is the best policy. All Good Things, oh' and keep that phone on charge eh......Neville

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks, Neville! You bet I will! I always keep my phone within reach, if I have anything to say about it. I count on the voice apps a great deal!

[Neville]

My pleasure my fine literary friend & take care now, okay.......Neville

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks, Neville. The same to you.

[Chris]

That is a neat way to look at it...

[Debbie Barry]

Thank you, Chris! I'm glad you liked it!