Djinn
©By Vijaya Sundaram
April 20th, 2013
Today, an imp found residence
in a strange place: my lamp-mind,
which needs polishing.
And it chatters, natters, patters
ceaselessly, unceasingly, incessantly,
because it wants out.
It wants to be let out, it says.
Out it wants to be.
Can’t you see? it says.
I need to be.
If you let me out,
I will be your slave.
For my mind is the lamp that
holds it captive, and all I ask
from it is three wishes.
But that tosses me
On the precipice
Of my conundrum,
Which yawns open below me:
How can the container
ask a wish of the thing
It created, and which is
contained in it?
~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Filed under: Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, the surreal and the unreal, Original Poetry Tagged: conundrum, creation, Creativity, djinn, Imp, magic, magic lamp, mind-chatter, NaPoWriMo 
