Ideas
Some ideas can arrive without show,
They wait in silence outside the back door,
Yet hope to be noticed, but swift to go.
Easy for narrow intent to ignore.
And if those that must be cajoled to speak,
Are roused to unfurl and to spread arms wide,
They take a firm shape by some deft technique,
Where the function meets form, like friends allied.
When others hijack our lives in full-frame,
Or pound hard at the walls of restrictions,
They rise up above and beyond – like flame
To float free from our artful afflictions.
From the realms of reason our fancies break,
To contrive delights that we makers make.
They wait in silence outside the back door,
Yet hope to be noticed, but swift to go.
Easy for narrow intent to ignore.
And if those that must be cajoled to speak,
Are roused to unfurl and to spread arms wide,
They take a firm shape by some deft technique,
Where the function meets form, like friends allied.
When others hijack our lives in full-frame,
Or pound hard at the walls of restrictions,
They rise up above and beyond – like flame
To float free from our artful afflictions.
From the realms of reason our fancies break,
To contrive delights that we makers make.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
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