I still don’t know
what it is.
I paw at it,
shine it up
only to have it run away.
Sometimes it’s a whisper,
sometimes an actual shape, smell,
taste on my tongue; other times
the constellation of a wish
in the star-spilled sky
just past my grasp
winking as if to say,
“I’m right here. Where are you?”
I tied a string to it once,
trying to make it stay,
but it comes and goes as it pleases
and that’s the point, I suppose
though I still have the uneasy feeling
there must be some trick to it
that I have yet to discover.
It does not come
in a six-pack.
I have checked.
Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle. To see the words and play along, click here:
This last stanza brought a big smile, and the rest has me reading again, and again. I love this.
I was grinning by the second stanza. Something about the speaker’s tone. I adore the end and the cleverness of the riddle.
Loved the last stanza… and the message of not this, not this.
Great last stanza! The poem searches and searches for it… and the message of “not this, not this,” comes through. Nicely done.
The whole poem has that “on the tip of my tongue” feeling. It is compelling reading., thought provoking.
De, love that last stanza. And like, Brenda, it made me immediately go back and read the whole thing again. Delightful. Love what you did with those wordle words.
A very clever ending indeed, De. Definitely worthy of more than one read.
REALLY enjoyed this, De!
I think you’re talking about inspiration, yes? It for sure doesn’t come in a six-pack. I like the analogy.
And I thought you might identify it as the muse but I think leaving the enigma a mystery is much more effective … nicely done.
Oh, the enviable whimsy of my dear friend de. I have heard you describe others’ writing as making you both (a) want to quit writing and (b) want to never stop writing. That is what your words do for me.
Thank you all, so much. Paula, please choose (b). 😉
Our muses are they not enigmas? I enjoyed every word. Oh De, please do choose ‘b’ also, Your enchantment with words needs to continue!
Love, love, love this poem, de! I’m going with “inspiration” as the identity of the enigma, since that’s how my inspiration tends to act. 🙂
Terrific, inventive use of the wordle.
I love this. And in the title, I see “An Ick-Ma.” That’s how I feel a lot of the time.