A fleeting mind


Piles of paper lie scattered 

Crumpled and wordless, they're blank carpets

Awaiting the taste of my intellectual ink

Demanding to delve into my mental landscape


The expansive emptiness of darkness 

Blankets my drowsy mind

Dark clouds of cluttered thoughts

Huddle together in wait of a tempest


A pondering tree bends over

Creating a sheltered path

For a musing poet

Consumed by the landscape


A sudden gust of wind

Brings in a raging storm

And cloud-spun yarns

Drizzle onto the sweet smelling earth


I see dreamy butterflies basking

In the gilded sunshine 

I see the vibrant hues

Of my cloistered thoughts


'Set them free!'cries my creative mind

'Don't chase them away' retorts my rational mind

Yet I can no longer bottle my dreams 

So I let them fly


Fly, fly, fly across gardens in perpetual bloom

Only to return with nectarified ink

As I wield my pen 

To compose a poem on my fleeting mind

  • Author: Poetic persona (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2022 11:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's a poem on the fleeting nature of thoughts and ideas that fill a poet's mind and the kinds of writer's block that poets frequently face...an attempt to understand the mental landscpes of a poet
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