In the Zone

It’s 3 a.m. in the morn, Nameless is already shouting:
“Get out of the way and let me write my story!”
It’s been days of dilly-dallying;
Avoidance persistent

It’s happened once before; the hijacking
A character once held me captive in a place
Where sense of time disappears
– Unimaginable ecstasy

Bitter wind wailing outside is no concern of mine
As lips curl into a smile for I know a secret;
I’m about to enter the zone

note: I’ve been so busy of late, and unfortunately with things that don’t inspire much creativity. I miss the creative and inventive process of writing, and the utter joy of being in the moment.

In Full Sway

Two at the back
One at the front
In full sway;
Spring a season
For graduations.

Bicycle in the Lake

Note: Poem was inspired by the Midweek Motif, “bicycles, tricycles or unicycles” at Poets United. I’m also linking it to the Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Coloured Flashcards

Bring me all your dreams
of splendid restful nights
flashes of inspiration
envy to your friends

Bring me all the flashers
especially the one
with sterling ideas
a collector’s item
things colourful dreams
are made of

Bring them all!
Let’s create flutter fun
fantasy and nightmare
to dance with fire
for the witch must burn.

Note: We still burn witches (effigies) in Finnish countryside, that is, Easter & Midsummer Bonfires, a tradition carried over from pagan days. I found this practice peculiar at first but nowadays I enjoy it, for reasons that have nothing to do with the tradition. I’m a list freak. I’ve got a number of ‘to-do’ lists going at the same time. I pick colours of flashcards (according to the mood) and write ideas, one-word triggers, one-liners, dialogue from my eavesdropping occupation and so on. They decorate my working space. One day I promise, I’ll peel them all off the wall and throw them in the fire. Imagine what peculiar fun that would be!