Paul Willason Poet Free verse

The Thought

I saw a thought escape 
from a mind and take flight
in the dark of an evening
and become lost.

I called to it 
but it could not hear me
and flew on deeper
and deeper into the night.

I found it in the morning,
cold, strung lifeless in a tree,
impaled upon a thorn,
a victim of duality.

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Gershon Wolf June 16, 2024 at 7:16 PM Intriguing ink, Sir! Paul Willason June 17, 2024 at 2:28 AM Thanks Gershon for staring this one in the face...a odd play on the concept of dualism v unity. An old argument endlessly debated thrown into a poem...not sure if it fizzed out or went off with a restrained bang.

John Lawless June 15, 2024 at 4:49 AM I believe this is referred to as the "Charley Brown" syndrome ... Paul Willason June 17, 2024 at 2:16 AM Good call...mind/body/soul split has sent us off in all directions, the Eastern take on things may just be right call me thinks. Cheers my friend.

Lin Lane June 15, 2024 at 3:28 AM Where this one originated I'd not dare take a guess, But, "all's well that ends well" in that it was found. Sounds like me having a thought for a poem and not writing it down... rarely is it found later. A victim of my thinking that my memory will not fail. HA! Paul Willason June 17, 2024 at 2:12 AM A bit of a challenge this one...plays with the concept of duality, just went with the flow. You show daring throwing yourself into the maze....just great to hear that you are back with your generosity and wit...missed ya.