Half an idea floated by
in a wispy strand of smoke.
But tangling into the wet shadows
of bright city lit grasses,
it crashed without a sound
into an innocent little snail
minding his own business.

On impact the notion crumbled
in a butterfly dust of sweet thoughts,
which the snail quickly swallowed
pleased as he was with the flavor of the night.

Now half an idea is gone
The best half
I can’t bring it back
Unless I eat the snail

….Pity I ran out of garlic.


Photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bayonnebirder/3904046700

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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8 Responses to half-baked

  1. makagutu says:

    I like the thought of half an idea. Very original


  2. Very whimsical for you, Emmy, but delightful nevertheless.
    Eating him seems rather extreme, especially sans ail.
    Can’t you just ask…


  3. john zande says:

    The catchers of ideas… Perhaps that’s why they move so slowly?

    Liked by 1 person

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