Inspiration for Poetry Comes in the strangest places
I Prefer fiction to poetry, but sometimes the subject allows.
I’ve been attending a writer’s circle through my local library for adults. I don’t usually stick to fiction, but every so often I get inspired to do the odd poem.
One of the topics for my writer’s circle was to start our pieces with the line “It was the Best Of Times It was the Worst of Times.” I was inspired by the news, and this is what I wrote:
It Was The Best Of Times It was the worst of times
They had the Internet in their pockets, the world in one tiny device
Anything they wished to know, they only had to say it, type it, or ask it.
Armed with all the compassion in the human heart
An ability to listen, and hear each other
It was the best of times
Then They stopped
Seeing information that challenged them
Trying to understand
Listening even though they disagree
The result a warm blanket of willful ignorance
It was the worst of times
I write in a pink dollar store notebook, and I sat for a while before I opened it. I’ll the call this: A notebook speaks
The notebook sits on the table. “open me” it whispers. You pick up the pen an obey its command. One word, two. A line, a paragraph, a page.
“More” it whispers.
Two pages, then three. Before you know it, a book. Something’s inside of you.
Pain, sadness, love; a story itching to get out.