I try to stick to the discipline of writing a poem a day.
Inspiration is easy to find; often I wake up with the framework / idea, or a news story will inspire me. But there are times when nothing comes to mind and I have to dig around a little. Sometimes Wikipedia works, other times I just rootle through my photo albums and find a picture ‘to talk to’.
This is this morning’s, I’m still playing with it.
BEING STOOD UP
Cutlery twinkles in anticipation
flanking waiting white plates.
A ticking clock warns of wasted time,
while an oven timer trills the alert;
A flower in the centerpiece tips its head at me
in a sympathy-scented salute;
while butterballs lose their molded shape.
It’s clear, it’s late; there’s no one coming,
just one more glass and then I’ll kill the candle …