mine · poetry

Poem: Ideas

I’m still trying to recover from the most recent writer’s block or whatever, as well as half intentionally distract myself from doing what is actually important, so here’s a little something I wrote yesterday.


Who wants to go first?
What idea is standing at the door
of the mind, open wide, just
waiting for one to jump and softly land
on the sweet white pages,
on the gentle blue lines,
through this butt of a pencil,
weapon of a busy mind.



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