Wild Thoughts | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 235: WILD THOUGHTS
you sit by the river of flooding ideas
and watch your your thoughts run wild

you lend your limbs to the wind
and with the wings of many eagles
you take your flight into distant 'what-if-lands'

silence shut out the voices that beckon
to distract your peak focus
from off the eye of the bull

shoot you must!
so on you day dream realities

you exhale and shun the desires that flaw
tomorrow's bliss with doubt traps

suddenly you yield
you flop
you are carried by the wind downwards
your mouth spread to protests
but words are lost

you say nothing,
you give up
you fall

yet, in the valley of this emptiness
bereft of help above and hope below
you roam like hungry rodents in a churchyard

you wander aimless into more traps
you circle same mountain over amd over
and wonder why there seem to be no end rhyme to this verse

but you don't give in to giving up
you raise your head above your neck
and.imagine yourself in a flood of thoughts

you picture memories to be made
and dreams once lost to the downfall
come flooding back like flashbacks

and all of them, yours

so you fly home with the wings of many eagles

you return and stand by the same shore
from whence you took off

instead of mockery and jeers
an ovation of bowed heads and cheers
ring the welcome song
to your wild thoughts

thing is, you must dream
and envision that which you desire.

don't let the now and trivial
take away your heart from just courses

be alert
stay focus
don't lose your wings to chicken crumbs
there's a victual for you on the mountain top

dream wild
don't die

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