The Scientist

Brilliant Bob, he got a vital clue,
Finally, he cried, the breakthrough
So many choices, he still had,
But that’s not all he missed, the lad
As he ran on streets of Timbuctoo

Spilt right fluids, he said with pride,
“That’s not all, friend”, I replied,
He understood as he looked below,
Went as red as ripened tomato,
Scooted back home, as laughter died


For One Single Impression – #132 – Choices
For Writer’s Island – #19 – Breakthrough
For Lots of Laughter – #3 – Spill

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

42 thoughts on “The Scientist

  1. ah….. you have painted a wonderful poem to a very common response to these situations in life. Funny how we don’t take them more as ‘things happen’. People are such teasers and it can be so hard on some personalities! Well done.

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