PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A plethora of thoughts

Rushed into my brain

But, I did not know

From wince they came

They crammed each crevasse

Of my mind

But they were not

Of a specific kind

My head was filled

With joy and glory

Like I was freed

Of all my worry

They were of such

Unique, rarity

The world should know

Their simple clarity

But, I knew not

What I should have done

For as I thought

They were gone

A fleeting whiff

Of pure, intelligence

I’ve never had

Before or since

SEE IT WASN’T ABOUT FLATULENCE

BOEMS BY JA 141