The Right Idea
When you have the right idea,
I say to myself, you'll know it.
Simple. So I drink tea and wait,
often for years, for that right idea.
It's such a relief when it finally
arrives (wearing sweats, out of the blue)
to tell me what I already knew.
(Sweats and an old shirt, so casually!)
I tend to expect more grandeur,
I suppose, from a right idea.
Not such a plain-clothed oracle.
But in one quick blink, no fanfare
The right idea can break thru rock, voila.
January, February, March. Then April.
When you have the right idea,
I say to myself, you'll know it.
Simple. So I drink tea and wait,
often for years, for that right idea.
It's such a relief when it finally
arrives (wearing sweats, out of the blue)
to tell me what I already knew.
(Sweats and an old shirt, so casually!)
I tend to expect more grandeur,
I suppose, from a right idea.
Not such a plain-clothed oracle.
But in one quick blink, no fanfare
The right idea can break thru rock, voila.
January, February, March. Then April.
3 comments:
Linda HI it's Jamie Lipps! Your email account is freezing me out, once again! And oh gosh did I ever have something important to say!
Kisses,
Jamie
P.S. I love that sonnet too
Jamie. Are you writing something untoward? Ok, I just emailed you and maybe you can reply to that.
I know! I love these lines especially:
"It's such a relief when it finally
Arrives (wearing sweats, out of the blue)
To tell me what I already knew."
Bellissima
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