The Idea Poem by Robert Smith
The Idea
condensed
to a drop
just a thought or idea
connecting and sliding and
drifting and streaming
commenced
at the top
where it's pure and it's clear
rolling releasing and
falling and dreaming
shattered
on impact
splattered and screaming
rivulets rapids are
whipped washed and and swirled
gathered
by wisdom
and flowing emotion
roars to the ocean
and changes the world
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5/6/2024 3:46:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Idea was writing about itself in this poem, congrats to you as it chose your hand to ink its thought... :)