In and out of my head
Like a needle and a thread,
Showing up at the oddest of times,
With the most random rhymes
Of constellations, spaceships and magic,
Mystique, dramatic, romantic, nostalgic—
Voices inside that never stop,
Weird, unannounced, haphazard, abrupt.
Spinning the most miraculous yarns
About haunted mansions and secluded barns,
Treasure maps, heists, and pirates’ ships,
Wars we can’t win, or a zombie apocalypse.
Living lives in places I haven’t been,
By the oceans blue or valleys green;
If only I could tell you what I think about,
But my thoughts never made sense out loud.
It begins with an idea that seems intriguing,
And soon enough, loses all meaning.
Every drafted page is a story lost;
Perhaps it could be revived, but mostly just tossed.
They don’t stay there too long,
Thoughts that come along—
I thought I knew where this poem was going,
But now I’m just blank… there’s nothing.
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.