half-baked

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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.

snails

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. john zande says:

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

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

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  3. makagutu says:

    I like the thought of half an idea. Very original

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