Sometimes I get attached—
or should I say, obsessed?
To an idea,
or perhaps a passing thought,
a whisper of yore.
It clings to me—
or maybe, I cling to it—
completely,
wholly.
My mind stays tethered,
trying to connect
to its fragile thread,
weaving a new world around it,
leaving everything else unreal,
just a figment of imagination,
until this idea takes on
a life of its own—
on the pages of my book,
as a poem.
And I breathe again,
searching for the next spark
of an idea
to connect with,
to write about.
And so it goes,
on and on.
This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and seventy-fifth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – CONNECT hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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I understand this feeling. I write it into a notebook now, but sometimes the idea doesn’t see the light of day!
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“It clings to me or maybe I cling to it”. These are the seeds that fall on our pages and sprout into poems and stories. And your thoughts do that wonderfully!
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Obsessed or totally fallen off the merry-go-round.
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This happens to me as well. I get obsessed. I hope to read more such beautiful and relatable poems from you soon.
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May you get more such inspiring ideas and may your thoughts flow beautifully like this one, Vinitha!
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