Ideas Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ideas

It is night
It is dark
On bed I
Lie down but
Not asleep…

Feel waves of
Wind, breeze
Come, circle
Like currents!

March in head
Ideas, ideas, ideas…

And sound says:
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."

A lady is anchor
Another, journalist
And they talk:
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."

Clouds turn to thick fog,
I feel lost and drunk,
Heavy are my eyelids,
Now, I guess, am asleep!

In my head hurricanes
Rotate in a whirlwind:
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."

How I wish I could be
Firm as rock and heavy
With knowledge, ideas!

Why am I kind and meek?
Why be guest of breeze?
Why simple fallen leaf?
Why am I like feather?
Why am I a nothing?