Brain Fizz

A poem for lost ideas

My head is full of ideas, up to the brim. So much that I may burst.

They bubble and bounce around in my head. One leads to another, goes off on a tangent, becomes something completely new.

Stories, drawings, collages and crafts, book ideas, new recipes, and DIY projects.

I sit down to type, to write, to draw. I must capture them all.

The computer is on, the keyboard waiting. I line up colored pencils next to a fresh sheet of paper.

I wait.

Nothing.

Blank.

Where did they go?

My ideas have fizzled. like a bottle of soda left open for too long.