Sunday, February 9, 2014

February 9, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/ Waiting -- Poets United/ Poetry Pantry #188

gather, grasp, gutsy, routine, stream, body,
flow, invisible, pluck, list, ring, type

Van Gogh's painting of his bedroom from the internet

Do you ever wait
Pen poised
Without inspiration
Grasping at straws
Right in the middle
Of the stream of life
While it all seems
To flow on by
Leaving behind
Nothing of value

Today I wait...
In darkness
Words invisible thud
No ring or rhyme
Someone made a list
Still the words
Repel one another
Mind empty

Perhaps coyote
Will drop a gutsy
Line or two
It is easy after all
To pluck a few words
Gather them on a page...
Yet creativity cannot
Be routine
Inspiration is needed
For that special
Type of blend
We call a poem

So until the mind
Catches fire
And all is aglow
Lighting the words
I’ll stir my brew...

Toil and trouble’

Searching I reach
Under the bed
With my fingers outstretched
Looking for what is needed


Jae Rose said...

Waiting for inspiration is the worst feeling..treasures are to be found under the bed..i like that you told us the story of the wait..made the treasure feel so much more exciting..and deliciously yours x

Jules said...

Hopefully no monsters under the bed. But then they might be of some inspiration :)
Thanks for your visit.

barbara said...

Coyote's a tricky source for inspiration. You'd be the gutsy one. I like that last, stretching to find something under the bed. That's where it usually hides.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this! I so know the feeling - and love it that coyote came along to give you a hand!

Brian Miller said...

my money is on the coyote....just saying...ha...
inspiration is right there, even in the flow all around us
if we look/listen....

Wabi Sabi said...

I feel your pain! Especially about the words repelling one another. How true that often is with the prompt words. You, however, have woven them well!

Anonymous said...

You gathered and grasped those gutsy connections and created a poem that speaks to a Universal about waiting for some form of inspiration. Really great weaving, my friend, and you didn't need my daughter's help, lol,


Belva Rae Staples said...

You've done so well without inspiration that it makes me wonder what you'd come up with when inspired!

oldegg said...

Sometimes they come dutifully to you, other times they dance tantalizingly out of reach like they did this week until I looked sideways a few hours after I had jotted the words down and then they were...unheard but waiting. Tricky little fellows aren't they?

ayala said...

Some days are like that..a great capture. I had the privilege to see this painting in person and it was magnificent.

kkkkaty said...

Like the inspiration you derived from Van Gogh

flaubert said...

Annell, you did a fine job with the words. Things are much worse at my end here, and this is the first opportunity I have had to read any poems this week.

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