Unexpected Birth Of A Poem

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 11 Jan 2023
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I sit here...wind and rain

hard biting at my window,

yet never allowing stirrings

to take shape;

 

with mind like those

tangled weeds that have

nowhere to go, I've come

to sit and fish for inspiration;

yet no ideas catch my hook.

 

I follow train of thought,

for my appetite is keen;

but words just float away

on ripples of reflection,

 

they mingle like complex

secrets hiding, rising up

occasionally – then vanish

into the deep in a heartbeat.

 

At times I'm encouraged by

unexpected lilting, emotional

sounds...a solace to my soul,

then I'm immersed...

 

sinking deep into the depths

where imagination's credence

cradles a new born; Sudden

visualization! As I put pen to paper.

Certificate U
Poem
Obscure Poetry
Spiritual
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by rosaliekempthorne on

I like the fishing analogy.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Glad you picked up on the similarity, amd much obliged to you for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

"...to sit and fish for inspiration;

yet no ideas catch my hook." Another meditative journey. Enjoyed, of course. Paul :)

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

it was strange to write a poem when I couldn't find inspiration, but then realizing that the poem was already written.

Many thanks for reading and your thoughts.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

You describe a familiar process, of thinking we have no inspiration, just starting something and then realising you do have an idea, or some ideas which are writing themselves! You express it well in the poem!

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Kurt,

I'm so glad you were able to understand this poem. Sometimes ideas can come completely out of the blue, not till they're written down do they come together.

Glad I expressed it well, it means a lot to know this.

Many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.