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.