I Do NOT Condone Drinking As a Writing Tool…BUT…

Inspiration (according to the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary):

: something that makes someone want to do something or that gives someone an idea about what to do or create : a force or influence that inspires someone

: a person, place, experience, etc., that makes someone want to do or create something

: a good idea (?)

Full Definition of INSPIRATION
a :  a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation

b :  the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions

c :  the act of influencing or suggesting opinions

:  the act of drawing in; specifically :  the drawing of air into the lungs
a :  the quality or state of being inspired

b :  something that is inspired <a scheme that was pure inspiration>

:  an inspiring agent or influence
Okay. so I am questioning that “a good idea” definition. Not every *good* idea is inspired…wait…okay, yes, even stupidity is inspired…but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. It does make for some funny Youtube videos. And it brings to mind one of my favorite songs, Dumb Things by Paul Kelly ( I may or may not have a thing for the last name Kelly-Paul Kelly, Peter Kelly, Ryan Kelly-nope, no pattern). However, that “inspiring agent or influence” definition? Yeah, totally onboard with that!
Inspiration comes to people differently, and something can inspire two people in completely unexpected ways. Tonight, I was inspired (not stupidly-okay, POSSIBLY stupidly)  maybe by the two glasses of this decent Malbec wine (divine? hardly…unless Dionysus/Bacchus was involved and I swear I didn’t see him anywhere near my kitchen-however, I do live near Grapevine, Texas so maybe that has somethng to do with it), or maybe by the music I was listening to at the time of the wine-drinking…to write a new poem. I can honestly say that I was NOT sad or thinking about anything other than the song at the time. And yet, there is something in these words that are not my own. I hope they touch you as I was touched by the song. (Yes, by the song and NOT the wine. I’m really not a lush. I was celebrating a victory tonight. I earned it. And I wasn’t drunk or tipsy-but I was feeling very good.)
xo Jesi
P.S. I told you I was having a poetry attack-*sheesh*


By Jessica Scott

Here I am, on my knees,

Pleading with what’s left of my sanity.

You didn’t have to leave-

I sift through my words like water through a sieve,

Tryng to find the words to make you stay;

Grey clouds now cover my days.

I feel your kisses still on my lips,

Silk and satin, honey-drips,

And your sweet words that fell like rain…

I’d give my soul to hear them again.

Caresses sweet, and long, lazy nights-

I’m so sorry for all the fights-

I didn’t mean to make you go –

Oh god, say it isn’t so!

Tell me I’ll wake and fnd you here,

But all you left were my endless tears,

And a heart that breaks with every memory…

And a soul forever spinning without your gravity.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

12 Replies to “I Do NOT Condone Drinking As a Writing Tool…BUT…

  1. Some beautiful words here, Jessica… “I feel your kisses still on my lips, Silk and satin, honey-drips, And your sweet words that fell like rain…” Very nice. All of it – the first lines grabbed me. Nothing like a late night poetry attack, right?

  2. And the celebratory wine is always important. I think Hemmingway said,”write drunk, edit sober.” Sometimes we need the relaxation, the “letting go” that loosensthe words in our brains. It works for dancing feet, too. The poem is beautiful and those kisses make me want to lick my lips.

    1. Thanks, Val! Oh, I was dancing alright. I have a rule that if I drink there must be dancing.
      That line….still trying to figure out which part of my brain that came from. Apparently, it’s a potent line. LoL

    1. *snickering* I bet you say that to all the girls. *falls off chair snorting*
      Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.
      I am rather fun after a few drinks.

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