Ideas
Some ideas arrive without show,
Waiting quietly outside the back door,
Hoping to be noticed, shy, swift to go.
Easy for crowded intent to ignore.
Often they need to be cajoled to speak,
Or roused to unfurl and to spread arms wide,
Assume a firm shape when some deft technique
Combines function and form - friends allied.
Others hijack our lives in full-frame,
Pounding the walls to temper restrictions,
Rising above and beyond – as if flame
Set themselves free from artful afflictions.
From reason’s vacant realms our fancies break,
To contrive delights we makers make.
Waiting quietly outside the back door,
Hoping to be noticed, shy, swift to go.
Easy for crowded intent to ignore.
Often they need to be cajoled to speak,
Or roused to unfurl and to spread arms wide,
Assume a firm shape when some deft technique
Combines function and form - friends allied.
Others hijack our lives in full-frame,
Pounding the walls to temper restrictions,
Rising above and beyond – as if flame
Set themselves free from artful afflictions.
From reason’s vacant realms our fancies break,
To contrive delights we makers make.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
(CC) reserved by Simon Pockley [651] I try to respond within 24 hours
[contact]
(CC)
[contact]