I used to write poetry – all the time, as a matter of fact – in college. When my creative mind had no boundaries. I have journals full of poetry, loads of scrap paper filled with words and thoughts and creativity. I stopped writing (creatively) just as I was finishing school and haven’t done so since.
When I had to unexpectedly move home with my parents for six months after graduating from college, I pulled out all of my writing in hopes that it would inspire me. It sat there in my room for months, but no inspiration came. Then, one day I came home and found my Mom had read – everything. She was sitting in the living room with one of my journals. And she said, tearily, “You have to do something with this. It’s simply wonderful.” I never did. I packed it all up. I never gave it another thought.
I’ve been thinking about getting those journals and scraps of paper out lately. I need some inspiration but I’m worried that none will come. What I really need is for someone to light a fire under my ass to get me moving. Until that inspiration kicks in I will leave you with one of my favorites from the archives (hopefully there will be more to come):
He moves
in fluid precision
against the rigid boundaries
of his realm
Barefoot existence
in a world of silver linkage
and alien filament
Endless spheres
of lost dreams
A sea of reconstruction
waiting to take rightful possession.
~seg
Two Lazy Dogs 
That is great. I look forward to more.
Thanks, hon. I just hope I can drag more out of me!
Me too! Me too! Although I secretly hate you because you are yet another talented person and all I have going for me is Whack- a-Mole! Okay, just kidding. I don’t really hate you, but I am jealous! 🙂 **”Keep ’em coming,” she says as she lights a match under your ass to get you moving. 😉
Hey Teeni,
You have FAR more than Whack-a-Mole going for you, silly! I love, love, love reading your blog and your writing!
Believe me, it’s nothing to be jealous about. You, too, can do it! For some reason I had this really crazy, creative, wacky mind when I was younger and I seem to have lost some it somewhere. Hmm…I wonder where it went? I may need more than a match under my ass to get me moving. I’m thinking more of a bonfire.
AWWW I think you inspired me to get mine out and share a poem i wrote.
Oh good, I’m glad I could inspire you, Kaylee. Can’t wait to read yours!
That’s really lovely….
Thank you. 🙂
Thanks for sharing and like the others, I hope there is more to come soon.
Oh, you’re very welcome. I just hope I can conjure up some more.
Might you be interested in a game of tag? 🙂
Oooo, I might be…ha! Who am I kidding? A meme?..of course, I’m interested! I’ll be over in a sec to check it out. Thanks, Mr. P.
That’s beautiful. Maybe if you pulled them out and typed them in here. You could make a page of all your poems and write whenever the urge strikes- no pressure. Your mom is right, you should do something with this! How exciting!
Just getting back here to actually read the post. I’m so behind. 😕 I know all too well what you mean about that fire. I could use a light too. 😉 I’ve been in search of, but still empty handed. I hope you find it. Perhaps it will manifest in a new form. 🙂
It stinks when you just can’t seem to find the inspiration. I wish it would come naturally like it did when I was younger, without any need for a jump start!