OH! Where do the great ideas go…
those flashes of brilliance
that should have better resilience
and remain in the Brain Cabinet
long enough for establishment
to take hold in the Eureka! compartment.
How many times in the course of the day
does the lightbulb flash in the idea flow
and tug at coat-tails for attention;
hoping and praying that no intervention
takes precedence over the outstanding thought
that begs to be recorded–NOT discarded!
That’s it! Hurry–get to the tablet or pad
and hope there’s a pencil or pen nearby
Scribble or print in quick succession
the words piling together inside…
One after another the poignant confession
or ground-breaking thought to abide
ensconced forever in handwriting or symbol,
keywords or brilliant asides.
The Muse is waiting and prompting the prose
or rhymes that are aching to flow ever forth,
to leap from the pen to the pristine page–
words that are as a hymnal of praise,
destined to be enhanced and entrenched for
the ages–or at least for the confines of these few pages.
WOE! is the cry (silent or not) of the poet
whose well runs suddenly dry into a drifting-off
of pen tracks…………….. the priceless words
disappearing into oblivion, their brilliance
fading to a darkened page as the Muse pats a
shoulder and whispers: “Better luck next time.”