The steam of thought
Rises
Distills
As a dewdrop
A tear.
The cream of thought
Rises
In stillness
To make butter for bread
And ice cream.
The smoke of thought
Rises
Ceremonial
A smudging
In sweet odors.
All thoughts are funny
Like carbonated bubbles
Rising then
Popping.
Where do they all go?
Where do they all rise from?
I LOVE this poem!!!!!!! It is Perfect! I love, especially, the smudging:)
ReplyDeleteThought provoking. Where do thoughts rise from; and where do they go! Interesting reflections in your poetry.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to see you in Poetry Pantry again.
the cream of thought! What a great idea! love it.... bubbles and all.
ReplyDeletesteam cream and smoke...perfect for a full course of thought.
ReplyDeleteThis feels both light and thought provoking to me--Such a great write
ReplyDeleteI like the ideas and thoughts rising up like cream and bubbles ~
ReplyDeleteBubbling up like cream--poetry! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteOh the cream of thought, going into butter. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteOoh! I love all the things rising - great metaphors for the thought process.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely delicious piece, Libby. Loved it...
ReplyDeleteLove the bubbling of thoughts, the crazy monkey in the jungle of our brains.
ReplyDeletethoughts are like bubbles. that's why i keep a pen and paper handy, in case a good poem pops by. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the first stanza. Well written
ReplyDeleteYou provoke deeper thought with this piece, adding value to it's imagery and beauty. Well done.
ReplyDeletewhere do the rise from? An excellent question!
ReplyDeleteDelightful.
ReplyDeleteLove the sounds and the thoughts and the puzzle.
To begin, this theme is fantastic. Theories of mind certainly do abound, as different as steam is from cream.
ReplyDeleteI wonder about this too!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]