My finest thoughts arise unsummoned,
Without a plan or prompt or cue.
When I’m unready, unadorned,
That’s when my brightest ideas break through.
My best ideas don’t clamor or shout,
They whisper softer than a breeze.
They visit when I let my mind wander out,
When I plan nothing and simply be.
These notions feel perfectly right,
In the moment they first appear.
I pledge to write them down, to take flight,
But often they vanish before they’re clear.
As a consequence, I question and hesitate,
Is this pursuit worthy of my precious time?
With numerous responsibilities to contemplate,
I overweighted risks and kept opportunities undermined.
So I don’t cram more facts or stats,
Or hunt for ideas far and wide.
I simply let my thoughts relax,
And trust my muse will not subside.
And when I finally capture those best ideas,
On paper, screen, or in a song,
Perhaps one day they’ll take off and steer,
And bring my dreams where they belong.
Are you curious what my ChatGPT prompt was for this poem? See the below the snapshot. I made only changes in the 4th paragraph.
Is this poem now my idea? Or is it not? :)
