I’m proud to be a bad poet… always quick ramblings triggered by a birthday, a question, or in this case a friend’s poem about a toaster. Oh, and by a question which was one I happened to ask our local group of muses. (Which means our local group of eclectic, funny, diverse, very interesting people with creative thinking and doing or sometimes not getting around to it, as our bond)
Here was the question prior to a get together at Red Beard Coffee (that’s important to know.. you’ll see): Anyone want to bring a demo/piece/tool/ quirk of their current favourite creative expression?… a trigger line for us to write a poem, a tool that you seem to constantly be using, a painting technique, a way you made toast when the toaster died?
But back to poetry…it just hasn’t become a place that I spend time connecting words into rhythm and magic. Even with bad poetry, though, if I’m looking to figure something out, bad poetry, like all creative expressions, will always reveal something worth knowing. This poem had a purpose up front though…
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No one else can see my quirk
It hides where others cannot lurk
Odd insights, strange stories; all day are told
Some so subtle, some so bold
They hide within my chatty mind
A little hard, then, for others to find
Like the tree that falls in the forest, does sound exist if no one heard?
YES! YES!
No matter if others don’t hear…
I’m entertained all day… and I want to end this line, (cuz it almost rhymes) with Red Beard*.
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Besides the toaster poem, I was inspired to write this because of all that is ‘out there’ saying that those creative ideas in your head are meaningless if something isn’t done about them. I was inspired to write this by how often I’ve heard people be so upset with themselves because they had a great idea in the night and did not wake up enough to write it down….and then it was gone, gone, gone..
To all that I say, Wow, what a setup for failure! My god if we were meant to produce something from every creative thought or idea, I know people who would need twenty lifetimes just to produce the ideas that run through their head in a month, or even a week, or even a day, or sometimes even a highly idea-inundated hour!