Ideas
Some people believe
We are surrounded by ghosts,
Old spirits who hang on,
Wanting what they didn’t get-
Revenge,
Lost love,
Closure.
I don’t believe in ghosts.
We will all leave behind
A lifetime of unendings.
Instead,
I believe that ideas surround us.
Quiet and invisible,
We breathe them in and out
As they wait to be noticed.
Ideas will come alive
When pen touches page,
Paintbrush sweeps canvas,
Fingers settle on keys,
Shovel sinks into earth.
Until then,
They are always here
Waiting
For a hand or heart
To usher them
Into life.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
just beautiful. inspiring. and the photo to accompany does breathe life into your words.
Thank you, Kathy. And thanks for taking time to leave a comment!
Waking up to beautiful thoughts sets the tone for the day. You are so talented and thank you for giving that to others today!
Thanks, Maureen! Hope your day is a lovely one!
So well said. Beautiful poem!
Thank you, Judy!!
I love your special poems!!
Thank you, Pam. Thanks for taking time to read them!
Wish I had the time to read your poems every day—Thanks for bringing them to us in such an easily consumable form–I always enjoy them!
Glad you like them, Dave. I never quite know when I put one out there:) Thanks for reading them, too!!