Ponder and poem

It's a word or a term
That catches the eye
That kicks off the process
Don't ask my why

Something about
The expression or phrase
That resonates inside
For any number of days

When it's been mulled
Over for long enough
It's paraded out here
Occasionally neat, often rough

And that's the 'problem'
With distilling the thoughts
Sometimes it's all clear
Other times like cloudy quartz

As my mind ponders
The things to say
Sometimes the meaning gets diluted
Or things get in the way

Impacting or reflecting
As the thoughts grow
Never guaranteed where
The train of thought will flow

But I quite like that
Surprises me reading it back
When it's not what I was expecting
More grey than white or black