Saturday, March 17, 2007
Sunday Scribblings: Inspiration Prompt
Sunday Scribblings: Inspiration
Heart like a child
"Immature," some whisper as I pass
Inspiration is never far away--
The word on the tip of my tongue
Tantalizing mental tastebuds
Whispers on the wind
Clouds and shadows tease my eye
Twist my memory
I still catch snowflakes with my mouth
(Never fast enough for popcorn)
Like Pandora's box
I treasure inspiration...
Letting ideas loose from time to time
Like plague on mankind
Racing grocery carts in parking lots
Dancing down store aisles
My son laughs
My husband groans (sometimes dancing, too)
"The rhythm IS gonna' get ya'--"
(So will inspiration)
IF you let it.
Chase it so hard you tire.
catch your breath
Inspiration always twists and turns--
It'll catch you
A treasure chest, I the pirate digging for inspiration's riches
I've missed the X more than once
But digging's great cardio
So I keep at it
We all need mental exercise
Examine your surroundings
Take a child's-eye view
Ask yourself odd questions
Inspiration will break through...
PS--That's random (unedited--but very true to the way my mind works). Simply, I try to break things down as if I were a visitor from some foreign and distant world. I listen closely to my son (his words and thoughts are golden). I read, I do art (or so people accuse me)... I haven't truly felt uninspired yet (and I stockpile ideas and phrases in fear that some day I might and need a crutch).