How do ideas form?
Like thunder and lightning, or
Like a baby being birthed, being nurtured over time?
Or like a picture being painted, as the artist changes the pallet,
Or like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon?
Or like a drunk stumbling from a saloon?
Or like the air escaping from a balloon?
Or like the emergence of a new moon?
Or trippingly like an Irish tune?
Or seeping like an overflowing Spittoon?
Or shiny like an uncovered doubloon?
Or hesitantly like a virgin bridegroom?
Or critically like a cut from Vidal Sassoon?
Or shoutingly like a new platoon?
Or bulging like an eroticized pantaloon?
Or richly like a rapacious Tycoon?
©2020 Robert Faron