Right Brain Thinking – a poem

TO THE RIGHT, Gregory White, 2007

Behind the pupil, the iris,
Floats a forked path,
covered with the vines of daily life

To the right, dare to take the overgrown path to the right
Where purple hydrangea thoughts lie dormant
And epiphanies wait to be tickled open

To the right,
Fiction waits for you like an unrequited love
Ideas of Magenta and Gold explode and dissolve
Falling to the crimson colored lawn like veined leaves

To the right, Ideas are gathered in tightly woven wicker baskets
Unwritten novels, waiting to be bound in organza petals
Behind a veil of tossed-aside memories,
Beneath forgotton hopes and never remembered nightmares

Nudged against the brilliance of the right
Are the logical, mathematical, footstones of the left
More trodden upon, smoothed over by opinions
To travel both at once? Genius. The imagination of possibility.