Hi there! This is a poem which I wrote this afternoon, which I hope you enjoy.
What if, I ponder,
All these things I wonder, these
Distractions that reflect,
Refract, echo and contract
Like drops of water in a whirlwind that
Flings timbers to the sky, what if they
And I are linked forever in this dance of
The reduction of my production of concrete ideas,
Are these illusions simply
The product of my fears, that,
Thinking my creativity to be an easy target,
They take aim and disrupt until I
Sample my regret at ever having thought that I
Could get free of this fleeting of thoughts,
Disappearing before ever fully grasped,
Lost in the wind
Like dust
On a summers’ day.
A Teacup Full of Stories 