The following is a poem for the NBI 2014 Poetry slam. The theme for this year’s slam is “magic”:
Time to slow the mind, but it won’t slow down
visions of posts and tweets and words
rush over me like the water from the shower
a concept forms. An analogy, perhaps. Something incredibly clever.
I stare at the screen, it glows in return
the phone rings. The dog barks.
the kids playing in the next room
all conspire to destroy my thoughts before they can escape
It starts to trickle out, a keystroke at a time
A phrase, a sentence, a paragraph
It sucks. It’s not what I was thinking.
“Save as draft” saves me, as well. Will try again tomorrow.
Suddenly, magically, the text and ideas flow
Suddenly, magically, the concept starts to grow.
Suddenly, magically, fingers start to fly
Suddenly, magically, I don’t have to try.
Suddenly, magically, it once again is fun
Suddenly, magically, the final thought is done.
Press publish, walk away for now
The idea is no longer mine
It belongs to the world
Take it, use it, make it better.