Impact

There's an idea for a novel in me somewhere...

Bits and pieces,
The collected musings and brilliance
Of artists and authors.
Searing their talent and insight
On my incompetent consciousness.
A fleeting brand
That dies in the light of a flat screen
        And sinks into the depths
        of routinely rejected experiences
        gaining neither traction nor foothold
        in the amassed memory of life times.
An impermanent tattoo
Broken by time and
Deformed by attention deficit.
Were it within my ability
To piece these miniature jewels
Of immense meaning
These significant epiphanies
Together,
Were it within my faculty
To discern their import
To synthesize their arrangement
Into smart, familiar patterns
That others would recognize
As simple, obvious truths,
Were it in my destiny
To think
And be thought of
To bestow words
of measurable merit
Or comfort
or escape;
Satisfaction lies therein.

© Jeff Wilson, 2010