Monday, January 21, 2013

To have thought



I have sat here often,
head in the clouds;,
amused by the essence of snowfall,
mused upon the transience of muse.

Like the snow,
such thoughts fall and build,
and before I can construct
the snowman, poem-man,
from the flakery of notion,
they thaw and flow away.

Thoughts gathered into snow balls
garnered for another day
slip away on the ice of time.

To have thought and lost
is better
than never
to have thought
at all.


1 comment:

Lou Ann said...

Very nice poem! I love your word "flakery" and the allusion to Tennyson. Fun!