Saturday, 18 August 2012

A poem for thinking



INSIDE ANNIE'S HEAD

And in the space between those horns
A universe of thought
Ideas tumble piled, packed dense
In dusty corners edge turned and tattered
Brief notes on breakfast scraps
Lay dormant

Waiting


Waiting


And as time passes
Further lost
Beneath thunks fresh formed
Cake thoughts, neatly knitted, iced
And still more
Crammed unsorted
Lightly penguined
Dancing
Napping
Never stopping
Thunk on think
On think on thunk
And one around
Yon elephant's trunk
The mind on Annie
Imagines

3 comments:

Heather Leavers said...

mmmm cake thoughts

Armenoi said...

Good God Sir, A Blinder!!!
Very well done that bovine. The break has obviously done you a power of good.
Happy creating!

Gina said...

Mmmmm I love this! piles of dusty thunks.....awesome!!!