Sunday 12 December 2010

Inspiration... not lost, just different

Last night, for the first time in a while I was inspired to write.As I got home, getting out of the car, looking at the stars, I'd spent some time with some inspiring people and I felt like the word were there.

Somehow through, between getting out of the car and actually sitting down to write, stuff happened. Things to do... etc. When I finally started, it was gone. No inspiration, no words. A more than somewhat frustrating moment.

As always though, life offers opportunities, the learn, to grow. Taking a few minutes out to myself to just think made all the difference. It occurred to me that losing the moment of inspiration was actually an inspiring opportunity. Suddenly the words were there. Just different words, a different inspiration...

...wind and scattered sand

The inspiration passed me by
Despite my clutching hand
Its life had ebbed, I felt it die
Just wind and scattered sand

Let the thoughts unfinished be
Their genesis be broken
A gift from life's mundanity
To mourn for words unspoken

The moment 'fore the onslaught fled
A fragile thing it seemed
And yet from out the ideas dead
New life can always spring

For while the words for which I yearned
May now never touch my breath
The paradox I now have learned
Is the genesis in death

Each moment dies and lays the seed
For the moments yet to live
And beauty that is yet unseen
Is what these moment have to give

Therein the paradox doth lie
In the very act of death
A new perspective comes to life
And draws its dawning breath

Sunday 5 December 2010

Some old stuff rediscovered

I recently went through the poetry I've written over the last few years and found quite a few that for one reason or another I hadn't published, or even shared with anyone. Reading through them readily explained why some of them had not made a public page. Early efforts that simply served as a learning experience for the writer.

One or two of them are, I think, not too bad, and are either salvageable or perhaps even publishable. I'll put a few of them up here over the next few weeks. I'd love to know what people think of them.

This is the first. I don't have a clear recollection of what place I was in when I wrote it but I'm glad I'm not in that place now. Nonetheless, I actually quite like it...


Awakening
The dark tides converge
Closing in, I’m welcoming
The coming embrace

Enrapt in numbing darkness
The solace of not caring

The darkness softly
Embraces, seducing me
Alluring gently

The solace of not caring
A death, no life, a comfort?

Cocooned in the dark
Life seeps away so slowly
Deep inside I cry

A death, no life, a comfort?
I think rather this is hell

A cry awakens
A sliver of soul buried
In darkness. Struggle begins

I think rather this is hell
Am I truly so empty?

No longer seduced
Beginning to see the light
A journey starting

Am I truly so empty?
Perhaps no longer, perhaps…