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An idea

One day you loitered through my mind,
an unhurried thought, distinct and clear,
unlike the hazy and fogged rushes,
and the train of my thoughts slowed.
I dwelled on us for some time
and then I laughed off the idea, brushed it aside,
vigorously erasing the traces
etched by it on the slate of my mind
but some markers are permanent
and try as hard as you might
you cannot rub out their writings from the board.
You now linger in my thoughts,
like an indelible ink stain on paper.
And I translate you into
syllables, words, proses and poems.


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  1. melissaFebruary 5, 2016 at 6:09 AM

    What a beautiful way to describe an idea! I wish I could write poetry!

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  2. GinaFebruary 5, 2016 at 7:49 AM

    You do the word "idea" justice! Love your poem, Ruby!

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  3. KarinFebruary 5, 2016 at 2:18 PM

    I love this! It's absolutely beautiful.

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  4. ReneeFebruary 5, 2016 at 8:08 PM

    This is beautiful. I only wish my ideas were so lovely.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 6, 2016 at 5:52 AM

      Its so pleasing to hear such encouraging words. Thank you so much Renee

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  5. Ally February 6, 2016 at 11:06 AM

    A beautiful description of the ideas that float into our heads.

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  6. LceelFebruary 6, 2016 at 11:13 PM

    Exactly. Well done.

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  7. UnknownFebruary 7, 2016 at 7:24 AM

    Wonderful, ruby.. I love the idea of someone loitering in my mind...

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 7, 2016 at 7:48 AM

      :) thank you stephanie.
      Its good to see so many interpretations of one post

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  8. KirFebruary 9, 2016 at 7:18 AM

    This was perfect in every way...the way a person lingers in my mind, on your skin, deep down is such a universal thing.

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  9. troyFebruary 9, 2016 at 9:33 AM

    That was gorgeous!

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  10. barbaraFebruary 9, 2016 at 11:36 AM

    lovely, Ruby

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  11. JoeFebruary 10, 2016 at 6:54 PM

    Excellent piece, and can I just say that I adore the word "loiter?" It's just perfect to envision a thought loitering through the mind.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsFebruary 10, 2016 at 8:46 PM

      Thank you so much Joe. It is heartening to hear such warm words of appreciation

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