Is a thought that comes from a line of thought written by another
poet, a thought at all that can be called a thought of my own, or is it
simply a thread pulled from a coat of other people’s multicoloured thoughts?
Is it a frayed thread, a thread that is really a twig sprouting from the branch of a tree of thoughts, a twig complete with buds of newness?
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Can these thought buds be picked and replanted? Can they then be called my thoughts of my own?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019
Inspired by the poem ‘Eccles 9:7’ , by Chase Berggrun