Thread: I Had an Idea...

I had an idea, but it ran away and went to the grocery store
to pick up milk and American cheese then came home and washed
all the dishes and vacuumed for me. I wanted to thank my idea

for helping me but I forgot what it was. I searched on Google
“What was my idea?” but it didn’t respond and searched under
the pillows and blankets, hoping to find it somewhere

inside my embedded mind. But of course, it’s MIA.
I imagine it traveling across the Pacific Ocean in a small jet plane,
ready to land. Not even sure if it even has a passport or a lifesaver.

I remember the last time I caught sight of it—when I went
out walking in the blazing heat and it accidently tripped out
of me and fell into the smelly sewers. Not sure how clean it was

either, before or after I left it there squealing in the dark tunnel
ways looking up at me with big bright yellow eyes and black
raven-like hair. I can still see the bluish flecks streaming

underneath the stagnant waters. Was it mean of me to leave
my idea and let it escape my thoughts? Or did I just scare away
the very thing that came to love me for this limited time only?

I thought this was so clever and unique...I get the feeling maybe you are writing about your "muse" escaping to parts unknown---lost in the every day miasma of chores and this thing we call life. I loved "underneath the stagnant waters" ...Thank you for an intriguing read. hope to see more. Peace...JUl

Ha, this is lovely. At first, it reminded me of Ginsberg's Supermarket, but you went to your own places with it.

I think there are a few word choice, rhythm and enjambment issues in places, but others will no doubt point those out for you.

Love the concept though. Very original. Very strong.

I too found this to have a very unique and interesting take on it. I stumbled over the enjambment in a few places also, but enjoyed it overall.

I would love an idea that did my shopping for me, great!

One small thing, for me a lifesaver is something you hit people over the head with, a life-jacket something you wear when the plane crashes