Webs of smoke hung mid air
leaving the building-tops unfocused and seeming to go up forever
undeterred they swarmed clicking the wet asphalt creating an atmosphere of noise.
no one in sight, an empty model of a city, unused.
occupying towers of concrete and steel, where they learn life is precious.
the real world tries to make contact, like a
flower peeping out of a crack in the pavement
only to be stepped on and put back in it’s place.
Nights bleeding into dawns
Cascades of moments
Creatures of habit squirming in their shells
I fear no embarrassment
I fear no challenges
Days are what we make of them
We choose to succeed or dream
Run or marinate
Change or remain the same
Throw in the towel or remain in the game
everyday is the same
For me, inspiration comes at the worst of times.
Usually at work and sometimes when I’m out with no access to a paper or pen to take notes. I’m not hip so I don’t have an iPhone or any mobile phone for that matter.
The Poetry of others
I’d have to say that reading the works of other poets really inspires me the most. It is where I get some of my best ideas from. So if my poems are terrible blame yourself.
Nah I’m just kidding.
I find that if I get to escape and see nature I become inspired. So I take the kids to the park along with a notebook and pen.
Where do you get your inspiration from?
I’d like to know where other poets get their inspiration to write.