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.
Pursuit follows.

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