PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We try to collect our thoughts

As a squirrel gathers acorns

Stashing them away

Hoping they avoid theft

We fill up our journals

Volumes of memories

Scraps of paper, unrefined

To polish neatly someday

It is not these individual morsels

These fleeting bits of wisdom

But the compilation of concepts

That comprise our identities

As artists we must trust

That these revelations came from within

From the ebb and flow of life

And many more will spring forth

On a summer evening

Fireflies flit about

You can't catch them all to make a lantern

They will die, forgotten in the jar's stale air