On Second Thought

Ever feel like

It’s all been done?

All your thoughts

Like the night sky

Reveal nothing new

Beauty, but the same beauty

All poets and painters have touched

For centuries and more

Nothing you write

From this point on

Will be worth half a damn

At a loss

Ready to toss

It all

To the river

Crumbled paper

Waste baskets

Piling high

Like a mountain

Impossible to scale

A trashcan of

Jumbled thoughts

They may as well

Be ambiguous clouds

Except they are uncomfortable

To sleep on

No, I do not recommend

Sleeping on a thought

nor with one

It will steal the covers

then leave at sunrise

never to come back again

Thoughts make excellent drifters

and terrible lovers

Where was I?

Where am I

And where did I leave my pen?

so I’ll

keep my fingers tapping

and hope to eventually make sense

of these ideas overlapping

No promises

And no bets

It will carry its own flow

And flow through its own course

Really, sleep is looking better

On second thought

~Trish