At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night, the night we are invited to post a poem of our own choice.
dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” Anais Nin
Where Ideas Land It flapped in like a hyper bee and landed on the dry edge, just over there, catching my attention, I saw it then lost sight of it thinking it gone, or so I thought, I searched and searched, and there it was hidden in the lee of bracken fern and ivy strands, a nest for bigger things. This was my decisive turn, the seminal, pivotal moment, that fringe of the mind where ideas land. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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….and they are fleeting. Best make note of them before they go!
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So true Beverly, they bux off just as quick as they arrive.
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I love this metaphor of the bee buzzing, landing, moving on or away, landing….as an idea. That does happen, right? Oooohhh….I have this idea…and …. what was it? How do I turn it? How do I move from it? What are the words for it?
LOVE this post!
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Thank you so much Lillian, yes, they are like that sometimes for me, they just buzz in, but can buzz out again too.
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I get a lot of my best ideas when I am sleeping, but usually they are gone when I wake up.
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I get annoyed by that, I sometimes have a vague memory of something on waking, and can recall bits. 🙂
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I actually wrote a poem about a poem that I had while I was sleeping and I couldn’t remember it when I woke up and I titled it the Lost Poem.
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I really like that idea 🙂
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Such a lovely poem! 🌷🌷🌷
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Thank you very much for that Luisa 🙂
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🙏🙏🙏
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🙂
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“….. fringe of the Mind where ideas land!” Wonderful imagination!
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Grab it quick though …. many thanks for that.
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… and here I believed I was the only “fringe-based” writer! Cheers, this is a great write!
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Thank you so much Helen, yes, not alone 🙂
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A magic view of the fleeting thought. The writer’s bliss…to capture that thought. Great poem and poignant point, Paul😊
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Sometimes the ideas land and then fly away so quickly if not for pen and paper close at hand I would lose them.
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So true Yvonne, I try and keep some form of recording handy because of that, but even then …
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Very inventive Paul — really liked this.
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Thank you very much indeed Rob, and so glad you liked this.
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I love this poem! Your metaphors are a perfect representation of how my mind works.
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Well, we understand each other on this one then, that darn bee.
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Yes, we do. 🙂
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Aha 🙂
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“that fringe of the mind where Ideas land” – very good. I love it.
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Hopefully I pay attention long enough to remember them 🙂 Many thanks Oneta.
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This poem is a fabulous description of imagination.
My ideas tend to be more like someone flinging a bunch of stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Many thanks Cara, yes, I get that, I guess either way it is about making sense and grabbing what’s there, sometimes I miss.
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The metaphor used has got me!! Commendable!!
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That darn bee, so many ideas so little time. Thank you Khushi.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks again Chuck, always appreciated.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day! 😊👍✨✨🎉
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Hope you’ve had a good Easter?
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Here is my poem.
I had a dream that I wrote a poem.
I was sleeping in my bed at my home.
All the verses were clear in my head.
The meaning of life was about to be said.
Life and death would soon be told.
The secrets of the universe could unfold.
Passions were to be revealed.
My lips would not be sealed.
I tried to wake myself up, so I could write it down.
I kept on struggling, I felt like I was about to drown.
Then I lost all of my thoughts and my words were no longer clear.
My mind was blank, the story was gone and it would not reappear.
I woke up crying and worried about the poem that I had just lost.
I felt awful, as I knew what not waking from my dream had cost.
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That is a wonderful poem, and one so deeply connected, thank you for sharing this Jim.
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This is absolutely stunning! I love; “I searched and searched, and there it was hidden in the lee of bracken fern and ivy strands, a nest for bigger things.”💝💝
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I wonder if like me, you sometimes have to pursue them a little? thank you so much Sanaa.
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Loved this line particularly:
“…and there
it was hidden in the lee of
bracken fern and ivy strands,
a nest for bigger things.”
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Many thanks Stephanie – that was where I started! Thank you for highlighting that and for your kind words.
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Great poem
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🙂
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