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Van Gogh's painting of his bedroom from the internet
Waiting
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
Chosen
I’ll
stir my brew...
‘Bubble...
Bubble...
Toil
and trouble’
Searching
I reach
Under
the bed
With
my fingers outstretched
Looking
for what is needed
12 comments:
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
Hopefully no monsters under the bed. But then they might be of some inspiration :)
Thanks for your visit.
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.
I LOVE this! I so know the feeling - and love it that coyote came along to give you a hand!
my money is on the coyote....just saying...ha...
inspiration is right there, even in the flow all around us
if we look/listen....
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!
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,
Elizabeth
You've done so well without inspiration that it makes me wonder what you'd come up with when inspired!
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?
Some days are like that..a great capture. I had the privilege to see this painting in person and it was magnificent.
Like the inspiration you derived from Van Gogh
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.
Your Friend,
Pamela
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