"Bless You!"
A short and silly poem about ideas.
Ideas are like sneezes.
Both symptomatic of dust,
fairy or matter.
Taunting human sense in shafts of light.
Daring to be caught,
to be ignited,
to be excited,
in debilitating orgasmic consumptive delight.
Until they are lost.
To untickled sense.
Become emissions, undispensed.
Left to drift in fevers of synaptic frustration.
A malevolence of expectation in deflation;
where the exhilaration of amelioration is lost to evaporation.
It is total anticipation annihilation incarnation.
Oh, if only one could guarantee
that the motes of dust,
fairy or matter,
would deliver the expected consumptive release
I should happily walk around
paper in hand
ready to capture whatever is set free.
Oh, to think, how full my bin
would be!
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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