This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
a carrot shaped idea
where do ideas come from
are they hidden underground
growing like a potato
waiting to be found
do they float around the sky
like fine pieces of dust
still air lets them settle
busyness disrupts like a gust
maybe they exist already
in our giant brain
waiting for the right conditions
clouds forming to make rain
or perhaps they are given
from something we can’t see
listening to the silence
this might be the key
my favorite conjecture here is they
are growing in the ground
waiting for us to find them
so we must dig around
get our hands dirty
use our mind spade
and play what
carrot shaped
idea have I
unearthed
today?