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 (?)
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>
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.)
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.