Ideas roll around
The living water spring
Revolutions
Now enhancing
Now changing
Some’s chemistry
Some’s flavor
Intriguing
Inviting
Some suggest refreshment
And beckon
Indicating usefulness
Steeping, moving,
They rise to the surface
Revealing what’s
Present
But as yet unnamed
Offer a glimpse
Only to roll back
Still intact
But unready
Who knows why
Some appear and when?
Who knows the significance
Of the phrases or words that
Present?
Ready and ripe for plucking out
Panic can hit
Urgency shouts
That if not plucked
When presenting
– fruiting –
Death’ll come!
If not seized
The idea will become
Unrecognizable!
Fade from memory!
Sink ‘neath the mire
Of unacknowledged oblivion!
Watching
The clear clean water
Roll and move
The bits,
Lulled by the
Floating
Sinking
Sometimes settling in
The bottom’s soft sand
(Inviting as the clear spring above)
With the notion that
Who knows what such rich compost
May yet bring forth?
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