For my fellow Plot Bunnies at Camp NaNoWriMo
Picture by Johannes Plenio, Pixabay
Inspiration called today.
You were not here,
You’d gone away,
Gone away to distant isles
Where inspiration hangs on trees
And you can pluck it from the breeze.
Inspiration called today
You were not here,
It did not stay
A somewhat ambiguous message, intended in the positive sense
First posted December 2012
crispina kemp 
Inspiration calls tomorrow.
Its time you cannot ever borrow.
Your duty is to type,
And then engage the hype,
Or live the day in sorrow.
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I knew I’d been missing something. Your humour. Thank you for today’s laughter burst
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I love the idea of plucking inspiration from trees! And what a gorgeous image you found, wow. That is definitely inspiring!
In that second verse, should it be “called” instead of “call”?
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Thanks for that input. As we know, once is a mistake is made, it’s devilishly difficult to find.
As to image, I highly recommend Pixabay. Wonderful images, from realism to fantasy, from photographic to illustrations. No royalties.
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I looked up and bookmarked the photographer that you got this image from — so many lovely images! I use Creative Commons search when I’m looking for images, rather than browsing, because I’m always looking for something specific to replace a non-Eneana-compatible image from a photo flash fiction challenge. It includes Pixabay images sometimes. If I just go to Pixabay… oh, I can get lost for hours browsing!
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Tell me about it. But what a lovely way to while away an evening
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True, but the last thing I need these days is more ways to use up time. 🙂
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We all need time to relax. I’ve seen what happens to folks who don’t take time out to chill. Deadlines? Indeed: dead lines. Take time to chill.
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All the time I spend online chatting with my fellow bloggers and reading writing advice adds up to quite a lot of chill time! Then add all the reading, and the time with friends, and the concerts and plays and parties… No, I already have too many chilling activities!
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Put like that. Yes.
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This is great. We do know where inspiration went, don’t we? It took a backpack and went to a camp… 😀 I, too, love Pixabay and regularly get lost there.
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We I first signed up it was with intention of uploading some of my photos. Then I discovered the fantasy section. No, my stuff doesn’t measure up. And strangely, for me, inspiration often comes with my hands in warm sudsy water, while washing up. As did the words for this poem.
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Doing the dishes? That has never inspired me yet, LOL. But walking with my dog, or walking in general, does.
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There are times when I’m idling on a bus, perhaps on the deep into the countryside for a long ramble, when solutions to problems of whatever I’m currently writing might forcibly strike me. But poems must often come when I’m doing the dishes. No idea why.
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