2 July 2012
I feel the stirring in my mind Something just out of reach A fruit of my imagination A glorious technicolour peach
I looked at it bobbing away On my turbulent swirling sea Where my dreams are often lurking That's where the peach must be
But to reach that great idea I had to build myself a boat And row myself to the very spot Where the skin soft peach did float
The ocean was a raging torrent A twisting whirl of thought A thousand refracted images in waves Of all but what I sought
Suddenly, a lightning strike! My paddle was gone forever I was left to drift alone At the mercy of the weather
I could see that peach still But distractions were all around Focusing my heart on it I battled through the sound
Another disaster! A whirlpool ahead Leading straight to a empty well Where ideas have all dried up Cursed by a wicked spell
Desperately I tried to paddle With my arms on either side But that brought me face to face With something that I'd tried
A lost fragment of an idea Abandoned, left cruelly to fate I seized upon it and held it aloft And the current began to abate
My craft pulled forward everytime I conjured up a thought So I reached for every one Hundreds I had caught!
I made my way towards the peach But my boat was starting to sink It was so full of other thoughts That I was forced to think
I picked the ideas I needed most The ones that I liked best And carted over the side of the ship All of the useless rest
Welcoming the peach with happiness Into my outstretched arms I realised with determination The storm always calms
Now I had the troublesome peach Creative juices could flow Filling up my little inkwell With the ramblings of a sparrow.
I.Sparrow
(crazy surreal adventure into the mind of a writer who is clearly borderline insane)
Mind Of A Writer • Opuss № I