Thoughts are doorways into a reality
Which the thoughts themselves
Are only an idea of, a doorway to.
Thoughts are thus infinitely expansive things
Layer upon layer of implication and meaning
And yet, just an idea, an indication
And not the real thing.
All thoughts are like this
Even one as simple as,
“I want to eat cake.”
Since the words and idea
Is not at all the same as the desire itself.
And of course the desire, while real
Is not the cake.
And yet we live in a world of thoughts
About a world which is inherently beyond thought.
Layer upon layer, filling up a space
Which is infinitely fillable
But not just filling,
Furnishing, decorating, enhancing even
In our likeness, the likeness of our desire.
So thoughts are cool
Even when they aren’t and never can be
The real thing.
As they say, the map is not the territory
And thoughts are only how we make our maps.
The territory on the other hand
Is the space at hand.
(10/6/26)
Before the light comes, her hands are already in the wet dark. She works the way a thirsty field works: it knows the rain is coming long before the sky admits it. There is no name on her badge. Her mother taught her this over roti dough: press slow, stay warm, trust a thing to give before you ask it to. So she presses, and the water wakes. Like her, it has no name, and like her, it moves anyway.
before the dawn wakes
her hands and the water move
as one quiet stream
On the roof, others hold her work up to the light. Their smiles are borrowed rain, bright for a moment and then gone. Their badges are puddles pretending they once fell from the sky. The crowd claps for the puddles. Nobody looks down to where the real rain runs.
puddle-badges shine
a sky they never came from
mirrored in their smiles
She walks home with mud on her knees and the smell of her mother's roti in her mind. A monsoon forecast glows in someone else's palm, unread, the way her work shines where no one looks. But water keeps its own accounts. It remembers every hand that set it free.
nameless as the rain
still the river learns to read
her hand on each stone
consumer desire is a love language
wit is despair wearing lipstick
social identity is status management
About heartbreak:
Looking back is a good way to get a crick in your neck.
When it comes to s.e.x, I take a neutral position.
If you ever wanted to join
a sweaty, Paris, basement rave
now’s the time.
.
.
A song for this:
Bingo by La Sécurité
The view of see through sea
The pigment of my own eye lid
I hone myself within with all my ability
I hummed a beat that I could and did
That this method could bring me down to earth
That first experience of birth
I journey through my thoughts
I passed the vein that I see and cought
Like a river that just awoked
Like an energy that could not be choked
My eyes are still closed, but my mind seems open
My movement and breath I could listen
This take me to one thought my heart
This is all within all living things chart
One day you have to shut your eyes
Become one within a journey that defies
I reached up into my mind
but she skidded away
she was flirty and flighty with me
what can I say?
Another elusive thought came by
She was lost before I could even try
Three great writing prompts escaped me in the last minute or two.
Do your ideas often do this to you?
RESPONDING IDEAS
contracting
symptoms
of
characterised
emblamatic
affinity
in
a
precosiously
attributed
consensus
appropriately
&
expressively
determined
personal
uniformity
of
passive
naive
allusions
You're so beautiful
I love your brown eyes and how easy it is to lose myself in them
I love your dark brown hair dangling just to your neck
Your smile bright and wide
And how you squint when you smile big enough
I love the passion in your eyes when you explain something to me
And the excitement in your voice
I could listen for days
I don't know what'll happen for the next two months
I'll be lost
I'll have much less to write about
I hope you don't leave my mind
Because you've been there constantly,
I don't know what would fill the space you occupy if you left
Lucky for me I don't think you will leave
There will always be something that reminds me of you
I don't doubt that
I'll look for things I think you'd find funny
Or weird
Or interesting
Just to have a reason to talk to you
Just so I can have something somewhat meaningful to share with you
Something to keep the conversation going
You've become all I write about
And I don't want to run out of ideas.
LAUNCHING IDEAS-:-
tacitly
adopting
conceptual
thoughtful
motifs
awash with MEANING
disguised
familiar
significance
secretly
sourced
in LITERARY ASSOCIATIONS
responsive
visionary
awareness
properly
observed
Ideas can come at any time
Day or night, unexpectedly
As if there is a chemistry
An action to reach the full prime
Not close to the mind yesterday
Now it's blooming like a flower
Collective thoughts, gems by the hour
Success, failure, either way
In this life, it's a choice to try
Because ideas can bring new things
That bring nice flights without wings
Why not give it a chance and try?
Quality time where choices wait
Doors open smoothly when it's right
Whether ideas come day or night
Follow them, it's never too late
Heidi Sands
5/3/26
(C)opyright
You seek to fix the fluid form,
to hammer home a wobbling line;
But silver shards defy the norm,
and leave a wall of weeping wine.
Spring is for a refreshing old ideas lost in the past year
there is no way to disentangle the jumble of ideas in my head
the unscrambling of this conglomerate would be my undoing
my imagination has tightened them, they are interwoven as linen
each piece a parasitic part of the rest of them; how to disentangle?
The thought of dissecting them in strips and stripes is overwhelming
a daunting task, I do not feel up to or worthy enough to attempt
We can do it! My muse yells into my head; she loves a challenge like this.
She begins sorting phrases and sentences as I prepare for a nap.
FELICITIOUS IDEAS
the
inexpressible
awareness
perceived
& applauded
inexhaustible
infractructed
idioms
of
simplicity
ethically
particular
emotionally
immediate
whirling ideas
swirling in the air
free for the plucking
daring me to grab them up
and write them down
Be open to new ideas
Opportunities come in many shapes and sizes
Flexibility’s got many fine attributes
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorabe Mention 2025
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