Into the ethers of my mind,
I launch my thoughts to see,
Whether within the labyrinths therein,
A poem lingers for thee.
Like a rocket on a Launch Pad
Hurtling into space,
To search for new ideas,
But, this is not a Space Race.
As the rocket hurtles skywards,
So my thoughts seek ideas new,
As the rocket nears the ether,
In my mind ideas flew.
When the rocket returns homebound,
With its mission near complete,
Has it brought ideas brain-bound,
For this poem’s end to mete.
Has the fuel for my rocket,
Also fuelled my brain,
To start a new mission,
To write poetry again.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 4 December 2005
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