Blank pages are less scary
than this transparent
almost invisible creature
occupying my thinking room
I throw ink on it
its super-absorbent body
consumes the intent
throws out words
in jets and squirts
but stays out of sight
I want to know its name
But silence greets me
Horror…
Who typed these words on my screen
While I was away?
I am but a medium
I don’t know how I function
And I can’t do it again
for then
it becomes constructed fiction
I take in thought energy
reflect perspectives
and they start taking shapes
which are not me.
Stop chasing me.
Creative Experiments and More 
awesome poem Reena! I like it! ❤
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Thank you so much!
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Reena, I know exactly what you’re talking about. Sometimes looking back in the archives it’s hard to believe it was me that wrote them, and it probably wasn’t!
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True. Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Fascinating depiction of creativity’s elusive nature! Your words vividly capture the struggle.
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Thanks a ton, Moumita!
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Brilliant poem, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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Oh, I could read this one over and over again! Lovely write, Reena!
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So glad you liked it. Thank you, Susie!
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You’re welcome!
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Brilliant thought, thanks.
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Thank you, JM!
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“I am but a medium
I don’t know how I function
And I can’t do it again
for then
it becomes constructed fiction” – this part resonates so much!
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Thank you so much!
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Yes, sometimes the words just comes…. maybe it is more than one beast behind the tricky monicker.
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Certainly more than one. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Reena, the lines about being a medium for thought energy are profound and resonate deeply. Well done!
~David
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Thanks as always, David!
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Must be your light absorbing muse Reena. I enjoyed this one and resting writing well done.
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Thank you, Rob!
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I can identify!!!
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Is that you? 😀😀
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An interesting poem.
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Thank you!
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🙂
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I enjoy riddle poetry … is it a skunk? Clever poem …
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Thank you, Helen!
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This prompt is bringing out so many creepy or spooky versions in the menagerie. 😄 Excited to read all of them ❤️
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What if these versions live inside us?
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That’s way creepier!
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😦
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The phantom stalker — with “its super-absorbent body”, a doppelgänger? the id or the superego? the subconscious absorbing your thoughts, perspectives — leaving “words on my screen”! Wow, Reena, so intriguing but really rings true because the process of composition is so hard to nail down. Especially taken by this line: “I want to know its name” — as if once named this phantom poet/writer can be curtailed. Yet, what if its name is Reena? Loved this poem! Thank you so much for joining in the prompt.
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Thank you for the lovely comment! 😊🙌
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How unique 👍🏼
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Thanks 😊 The theme is unique.
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It is. You’re welcome
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