Inspiration for articles comes from many and varied places. My friend Lacey inspired the following poem several years ago by asking how I could sit and write article after article and always come up with something to put on paper.
“A Vacant Mind”
(Or something equally, loosely connected)
A man of letters, I am not. At least that’s what I say.
The words I write amaze me still, when they make somebody’s day.
I can’t say why I continually write, I really don’t think it’s pride.
There’s just this need to share my thoughts that frequent and frolic inside.
At times they scream to be ‘writ’ down. At times there’s nary a sound.
I hark for a word but none can be heard, and no usable thoughts can be found.
Disjointed phrases, uneven verse, anything… an elegy or rhyme,
An inspiration I must have or count it wasted time.
For hours I sit and tell my mind, to come up with the prose.
I’m all equipped with pen in hand, still …. nothing to compose.
‘I’m finished,’ I say to myself alone, ‘How can I face the morrow?’
‘No more can I tease, exhort or cajole… my heart, it’s filled with sorrow.
My tools I put down, and then go to bed, with hopes of going to sleep.
All at once a torrent of ideas comes, to the surface they do leap.
‘Here we are,’ they rave and rant, ‘you thought you’d get some rest.’
‘But not tonight, oh man of words, these thoughts shall be your best.’
From the Left of my brain, Sequential logic takes the fore.
Objective, Rational thoughts… are next! They’re flowing more and more.
All of a sudden, my mind explodes as Random thoughts alight,
Amazing Intuitive and Subjective scenes are being projected from the Right.
My entire cerebrum is now actively involved, wow, this is something new.
A potpourri of ideas, all mingled together, a veritable verbiage stew.
Poems, wit, and political trash, all flit before my eyes.
A Pulitzer, an Emmy, a guest on Oprah, won’t Maya be surprised.
‘Gadzooks,’ I cry, ‘I must put it all down; it must be set in ink.’
I jump from bed, turn on the lamp, and then begin to think.
‘My pad, my pen, I put them somewhere, just as I turned off the light.
‘Aha,’ I say, as both I grab, ‘Now………………. oh no!
What was I was going to write?’
Writing is fun, and I hope what you read periodically from me will lighten your mental load and enlighten your seeking mind.
I thank all those who read regularly and especially those who contact me with their opinions and thoughts. I truly appreciate those who, also, take the time to provide me with potential fodder and inspiration for future articles.