IDEAS

This is a poem on how thoughts and ideas are born

A spark ignited at birth like an enigmatic aureole
crackles in tender growth to a thought..it is a shaft
of triumphant light penetrating the womb of darkness.
Purposeful and planned, supporting confident and
calculated embryos of hateful hopeful spiteful
loving, genres of thought.
Each creeps like the dawn of an eager day
Stealthily,one two some
all, few
all, many
none
ignited like a hungry flame, licking the edge..
of delicious paper.
Orange in thought..bright in opaque, translucent
and transparent burning.
The deed skilfully done, a last gobbled mouthful
savouring into a lick
a desperate flicker into..
accomplished
...smoke