Creative Game of Tag

by me :-)

I usually get hit with inspiration in unfortunate times when a pen and paper aren't handy...


It is then when the muse runs through me, a if I were some tool for her creativity, and then my thoughts construct themselves as articulate prose in my mind...

A wave of inspiration.

I become desperate to cling on to it, to consume it entirely before it disintegrates.

It floats into me and through me.

It saturates me.

It consumes me.

I become one with it.

But only for a brief moment until the words evaporate into an amorphous state and my ability to retain them in their beautiful form vanishes that instant.


I feel that as much as the poems chase me, I end up chasing them more.

We engage in a creative game of tag where sometime I win, and often not.

Creativity is an encounter: a little bit of me and a little bit of the other, wherever it originates from, enmeshed together for a brief instant at the horizon.