I lay in bed and said; not out loud but in my head,
“I feel tired and uninspired”.
Unintentionally rhyming made for perfect timing…
So I pulled out some paper and penned this poem.
Writing and rhyming my way out of feeling jaded,
sparked a colour in my clouded mind, just a moment ago a shade of grey so dull and faded.
Creating may be the best thing to do, when you don’t have the energy to even put on your shoes.
Inspiration and sparks of colourful hope are hidden in the most mundane of things,
Even mindless monotony can be turned around to flourish like spring.
Like after the storm, a rainbow with the sky has a flamboyant fling and
like a vibrant flower is fed from the colourless dirt it’s planted in.
Yet all flowers and poems must be watered, and creativity in that sense is one and the same.
Verse by verse a poem is made from an otherwise one line sitting alone and lame.
What’s a poem without a beginning, a middle and an end?
The drafts you write and the seeds you plant are like a framework, of this process; relish not rend.
Each day is not perfect, each day is not a finished product, each day is not grand,
Yet each day you choose where your heart, mind and feet land…
Is it on soils of growth and goodness? do they dwell upon stormy clouds or rainbows? or swim in the sea of rest?
If life were a staircase, each day is a step, not a racing fitness test.
You see if you rush up the stairs you miss the view,
That each step had waiting just for you!
Next time I feel tired and uninspired, even if I have to close my eyes,
I’ll let my mind wander and create - I’m certain and sure it’s how we’re wired!
BIG LOVE!!! O.J.S X