The Mighty Sticky Post
Blue, lemon yellow, bright as it sticks
I can’t live without.
In front of my eyes, it bears my thoughts
It cradles a new direction.
Ideas important, essential. My Lifeline
Pinned before they drift away.
It waits for moments of clarity
A reminder nagging.
Locked, stark, it shouts the words
I nod. I hear. I think.
One after another tumble in
It captures every drop.
I contemplate each one attentive.
I cringe cranky only when, at a loss,
I realize I’ve run out.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Sunday, November 8, 2014
Image borrowed from The Bane of Your Resistance