My train of thought moves at jet speed
not on parallel tracks
but all over the space
words break out of neural pathways
to seek relevance in the world.
They lull me into a somnambulist state
before I incarcerate them on a page.
I wake up to find they have
disappeared into the sky
-my page is blank
Did a star employ them
to write a zillion stories?
turned and twisted
tales of privilege
-they see what none of us do
unconnected dots
in search of defining shapes
circling in whirlpools
words need parallel tracks
-I relish my unbound state

A striking piece Reena – so vivid – it feels breathless and kinetic, much like the ‘jet speed’ thoughts you describe 🙌💞
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Thank you! Glad the poem carried you along.
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🙌💞
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this is an awesome state of being. The creative mind has no limits. Lovely repsonse, Reena.
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Ever grateful, Nigel!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Well done Reena
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Thank you so much!
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You’re very welcome
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A quick and amazing response to the prompt, Reena 👏 I love the image, too.
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Thanks a ton, Lesley!
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🤗
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