A Rush of Thought

A rather abstract description of the thought process that goes into writing a poem.

A Rush of Thought

 

A seat on the patio.

The songs of the tree frogs.

The smell of the neighbor’s barbecue.

A word.

An artful meme, a stolid vision in time

An open catalog of cheap sensations.

 

Enveloped by stimuli in formation marching,

Trudging through minefields to reach my fertile mind.

This is what dreams are made of, and how they are lost.

This dazzling display of explosive catch-words

Tinge the tips of my outstretched fingers,

Attempting to grasp what is being given.

A thought. A plan. A poem.

 

Rising from Stygian fires in my cerebral lobes

Are stitches of fabric to link to each line;

Kicking dust on these fires? An annoyance.

Interrupting the flow.

A thought. A plan. A word.

A poem.

 

riki © 2015

 

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Aloha Dan,

This one speaks to me of distractions that may get in the way of poetic expression. As writers, we tend to view this world from a different lens, you may have just the right word or phrase, but I have found if I don't write it down at that moment, it may be lost forever...

Have you ever experienced this?

Alisa ;-)

[dan]

Aloha Alisa, That actually happens to me quite often. I often think of just a two word phrase, or a line of text; if I'm home I run to the kitchen and jot it down on a notepad there, or run upstairs to my office and write it down near my computer. The bad part is that if I'm not home, particularly when I'm driving, I'll see something that prompts a great thought or word and have no way to save it. It's frustrating...I need to hire an intern to ride along with me with a notepad but he or she would probably not like the music I listen to. How we poets do suffer, right? I'm sure that happens to all of us at many instances. Very astute observation. Hey, you're really lucky today that you're in Hawaii instead of here (Indiana, PA - 40 miles northeast of Pittsburgh) Today we got 9 inches of snow with more on the way tonite. My back is groaning from shoveling, I'm getting too old for this. Enjoy your paradise! take care...dan

[Alisa Js]

Hello Dan,

I know exactly what you mean.

I have a friend who lives in PA and he was telling me today about your winter weather...
brrrr....

It is wonderful here in paradise... although I do love looking at snow.

Alisa ;-)

[ANTO]

I have to agree with our Kelly, Dan. I dont know how these arent 'flying off the WC shelves' as it were.
Your writings are very stimulating and just the pep we need round here.
Kudos dear writer.

[dan]

ANTO, Kelly and yourself really make me feel good; I tend to have a lower opinion of my own writing than others may have. So, now that I have your attention I can start posting some really crappy writes? 8^) Thanks so much for your support. I need to get over to your page and read some more of your work, I'll try to do that later today. Have a good one! take care...dan

[Kelly Scheppers]

"This is what dreams are made of, and how they are lost." How apropos, it's a little ying to the yang, isn't it?

Your descriptives are deleriously insane...
...a stolid vision in time / ...stygian fires in cerebral lobes! If this were morning, there would be no need for me to drink from my coffee cup!

We need to start an admiration society around here...members, two...me and you! ; )

Good stuff...good stuff!

[dan]

Yeah, I don't toot my own horn that often but this is one of my own favorites. Like they say, "Every once in awhile even a blind squirrel finds an acorn." Thank you so much for your kind words. I concur; society numbers indicate two members. Should we include more? take care...dan

[Matching Socks]

The thought process is similar for a lot of us I think. :)
I hate when I'm struck by something but can't get it down because I'm at work, or haven't got a pencil...
Enjoyed very much. :)

[dan]

Thank you, Ana, your read and review are very much appreciated. take care...dan (my REAL name)

[Matching Socks]

You are welcome Dan. :)