A thought drops like rain from the sky,
it feeds a sprout that blossoms ideas.
It is the birth of breath,
and is the dawn of skill and wit.
Out of the blue it shoots your mind
and atrociously kills beliefs and bliss.
At rarest times it changes color
from ruins into vision,
at that time it changes shape
from destruction to invention.
Thoughts are like the rain from the sky.
When it pours you wish for peace,
and when in drought
you parch.
A great start with a nice ars poetica, Bridget. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
Rain drops fall down from sky and thoughts fall on paper through pen like rain drops from mind. We do not need destruction. Construction is initiated by beautiful thoughts. Nature impacts human life giving rise beautiful thoughts. An amazing poem is shared here is well composed.....Rating..10...Welcome to PoemHunter.
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It is the birth of breath, from ruins into vision, Thoughts are like the rain very fine ideas coined together my dear poetess.. liked your poem very much. write more. every poet or poetess is unique in their own art. . thank you for your uniqueness. tony