The Idea

Original DDE™ art: “Idea Rising” by: rob kistner © 12/7/25

 

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a new dawn

moves inside me—

 

so soft

it feels like breath

I didn’t know I was holding

 

it arrives without clarions

just a warm press of presence

in a place I go — too seldom

 

an idea

 

astonishing

yet gentle in its entry—

 

it rises like a slow wave

a momentous tide

made of quiet insistence

 

it breaks — not on the world

but on the shy shoreline

behind my heart

 

where I keep the parts of myself

I’ve learned to protect

 

when it reaches me there

I feel something deepen—

 

a tenderness

a recognition

a small courage waking

 

the idea doesn’t demand

it simply waits

as if asking a single question:

 

Will you let me stay?

 

and I do

I let it find its way

through the bright passages

of my wild imagination

 

into my quiet inner passages

of conceptual calculation

 

into the dim corners

that still remember how to blaze—

 

it is mapping

with its soft searching light

everything I have yet to create

 

it is looking

for a fresh shore

from which to embark

 

as this new dawn

of an incredible idea

rises—

 

quiet at first

 

just a shimmer

on the mind’s horizon—

 

it soon will break

sudden and immense

 

like a momentous wave

unspooling its long-held thunder

upon the open shore of possibility

 

I feel it gather

feel it swelling

 

a pulse of light

moving through shadow

 

a whisper

sharpening into full voice

 

It brings with it

the scent of futures

that have not yet

learned their names

 

the faint warmth of brilliance

testing the edges of becoming

 

in this widening hush

I finally understand

 

I am not witnessing the idea—

I am entering it

 

its pulls me inward

toward its bright terrain—

 

where imagination

keeps its promises

 

and creation breathes

its first deep breath

 

here

on this radiant shoreline

everything is suddenly alive—

 

and the world waits

listening

for what magic will call out

from this rising tide

of virgin light

 

rob kistner © 12/7/25

Poetry at: dVerse

 

Memory Boxes

Original DDE™ art: “Memory Boxes” by: rob kistner © 12/7/25

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memory shifts these days

loosening in small

unhurried ways

 

a thought drifts off mid-stride

circling wide

taking the long road

 

ahead momentarily

on the wrong road

 

fumbling in contradiction

mumbling in garbled diction

back toward my recognition

 

until at last

facts from fiction

 

many a memory box

no keys for their locks

 

I’ve learned patients

learned to take these gaps gently

 

like lost lyrics

of an old song

once known by heart

 

the melody does remain

rattling in my foggy brain

 

so I pause

wait

listen—

to pleasantly learn

the words

did quietly return

 

no pomp

no fanfare—

 

the thought

quite simply

is once again there

 

with a laugh in its pocket

 

other times

I hold only the outline

of a mystery feeling

soft as worn cotton

 

certain there is something

in this moment

l’ve forgotten—

but I don’t worry reeling

 

cause my friend…

life keeps moving through me

light and free

 

in the glow of morning

something stirs near

 

eschewing fear

I deflect to reflect

on the wonderful joy I feel

of simply being here

 

when suddenly

that same morning—

 

another memory falls

at my feet

 

unexpectedly

 

landing perfectly

without warning

 

surprising me

 

as if it had never

wandered off at all

 

I greet each lapse kindly

knowing—

it’s part of my way

of being alive…

trusting my heart’s

deeper archive—

 

where nothing truly precious

goes missing

for too long—

 

except that damned song…

or why I came in here—

 

oh well…

if it’s meant to be

it will come back to me

 

if it don’t

worry — I won’t

certainly not yet

 

there is more than enough

in my addled mind

to forget

 

rob kistner © 12/7/25

Poetry at: dVerse