Ideas
Sometimes ideas,
Come pouring out,
like a drain,
in a rainstorm.
And sometimes,
you wander around,
wondering where,
all the ideas have,
gone.
As they flit away,
to wherever,
ideas go.
Sometimes ideas,
Come pouring out,
like a drain,
in a rainstorm.
And sometimes,
you wander around,
wondering where,
all the ideas have,
gone.
As they flit away,
to wherever,
ideas go.
Poetry by Matthew Donnellon