Wednesday, September 13, 2006

POEM: Thoughts

Long ago he discovered
that thoughts unfolded by themselves.
It wasn’t up to him
to help them. They simply
unwrapped themselves
and lay before him,
ready to be of use.
Some thoughts opened
like paper packages
enclosing a secret,
while others spread out
like sheets he could sleep under.
His favorites
were the thoughts that slowly separated
like parts of a moist orange
all by themselves.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

great poem mr. salsich. i really enjoyed your use of metaphors for each kind of thought.i found it actually causes the reader to think (no pun intended) about which categry means what. overall, great pem, i enjoyed it;)