Writer's blank

Sometimes
I sit to write
with no big idea
or great thought
My mind feels
somewhat empty
and my thinking
falters almost
making me feel
nothing
then as I type
words randomly
just out of the blue
wait, not blue
Just out of the red
I find word connections
more or less
like fibres, or
fine cornsilk
or cobweb
I'm not sure
And voila!
a poem emerges
the nucleus of an eye
evolves into a full moon
Suddenly
I become the Buddha!




Poetry by Neelima
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Written on 2011-09-20 at 06:26

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countryfog
I very much like the image of tenuous filaments of words and ideas coalescing like "fine cornsilk or cobwebs" until "a poem emerges." Sometimes, and not nearly often enough, it is just like that.
2011-09-20