The Elusive Idea

Poetry on Medium

It’s a bee in the bonnet

That buzzes and rattles.

My attempts to capture it

Are all losing battles.

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It’s a knotted yarn of wool

That tightens with each tug.

Every attempt to unravel

I give up with a shrug.

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It’s a mirage in the desert

Just beyond this dune.

But reaching it is a quest

Filled with misfortune.

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Tantalus in his prison

May catch a break.

But the odds of my mission

To pen this idea are bleak.

Copyright © Geethanjali Tanikella.