Monday, 25 June 2012

The Extraordinary Nature of Ordinariness

‘I’d love to write, but how do I find something to write about,’ people often say to me.

Well, try looking all around and letting your senses loose on sight and/or hearing and/or smell and/or touch and/or taste...

The chances are the inner self will respond, and that response is called inspiration.

As for a choice of genre into which to channel inspiration, whether it is writing, music, art...just go for what appeals to you most and never be afraid of someone trying to put you down for a poor result (there will always be someone) because there is no such thing as a poor result where someone has put their inner self on the line by creating something. Success is relative, and a bonus; it is finding inspiration and learning to use it as a creative tool that counts. 

My personal experience, as someone who has suffered serious bouts of depression since early childhood. is that making this particular journey is also very therapeutic.

Photo: Raindrops rippling a puddle (Internet)


Clouds, a magic carpet ride
to exotic places

Birdsong, awakening us to
a furthering of bath time
potential - rock star, jazz singer,
opera, whatever

Grass, littered with daisies,
sunspots of memory

Trees, waving leafy arms,
telling us off for things we’ve
done, forgotten, never
meant to happen

A broken fence, urging us to
repair old friendships

An empty chair, reminding us
of someone who’ll never
sit there any more, words in
the air left unsaid

Crisp, clean pillowcases, all
to ourselves

Watching a damp patch on
the ceiling spread, fill the eye,
roll pictures in the head,
clouds passing by

Carrying us away from all this


Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2012

[Note: The appearance of this poem on the page has been revised since its appearance in : A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]

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