by annaswirls
It has a free-flow feeling, almost random, but when you get to the last two lines, it all makes perfect sense - all the images fall into place. My kind of poetry!
in any form, is a change of the inventor, too. You have expressed in your usual sound but poignant metaphoric verse the birth of the actual inventor; this in particular being the all and ever inventing writer. I especially enjoyed the phrase, "If I could cut you a straw it would be one with a perfectly hollow stem without a crack". Wouldn't that be the perfect invention {solution} for all of us writers? I, for one, would love that. <smile>
Vixxx
You're on a roll, today! Another excellent poem.
I had some trouble with "brain spit ... like mind saliva" because it isn't a simile to me. And why the monocotyledon detail?
I love the conclusion.
Fly
I think it is about what it is not about. I love the brain spit and mind saliva.