A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 181

Day 181: “Creative Process”

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I feel it

Tingling

I have an idea

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I’ll sit with it

I’ll think

I’ll think

And I’ll think

And I’ll think

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Then I might write something down

The remnants

The outskirts

Of the idea

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Nothing fully developed

Not committing

Not wedded to anything

Not far enough to know if it sucks

Or if it’s brilliant

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I’ll live in that space

The in-between

Just starting to form the ball

Kneading it

And kneading it

Until it’s overworked

Cracked and dry

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Then I’ll stop thinking

Move on

Never even turning the oven on

Until another idea wriggles itself free

And into my line of sight