Poem #10 – Stamp collection – National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2017
Those quiet moments
when the brain chews it cud.
The wee waking hours
emotions exaggerated and ruminated
like stones rolling in the tide.
Rational pondering times
in the shower or car or during a long workout
wandering down a winding trail
deciding which branches to take.
on a day off
when the laundry is done.
A canvas to fill,
a story to write,
a wood working project to start
or a cake to bake for no occasion.
Pondering is a kind of meditation.
A digestion of thoughts stacking up
like magazines needing to be read or tossed.
Once the dust is cleared away,
fresh thoughts can flow in
re-energizing both the creative and logical
trees of the brain.