Found myself (accidentally) at a poetry reading tonight! Inspired me to crack open my notebook tonight that has been gathering dust since last year’s novel writing experiment. My struggle has always been making time for creativity & with two little babes I do not have the luxury of waiting around for an inspired moment. (Most likely that moment will occur in the middle of a tantrum or a poop filled diaper!) If I don’t make the time, it just doesn’t happen.
What inspires you? How do you find time/space to let your creative self be inspired?
Introduction to Poetry by: Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.