A Thought for the Month
By Stan Almendro

 

Whisper Poetry News
by Giselle Visser

Poem: The colours of the sky

I think about the colours of the sky
Golden brown, dark or bright
The texture of the sun
Hot crown, feel it now

Fresh starts while I sing it,
Fresh mind as I think of,
Exercising, polarizing
Human flesh demonizing
What we all recognize,
This world's nose dive,
Free falling agonize,
Love hurts feel the thrive,
 
I think about the colours of the sky
Wonder why, changing moods
The texture of the moon
Soft light, in the night
 
Its not right to be misleading with words,
One can go on bleeding inside it hurts,
One can ride pain and pain with thoughts to deceive,
It's hard for me to judge when all I do is believe.

The colours of the sky make me wonder why
People will change, and faces get stranger
The colours of the sky make me wonder why
Where does the sky, keep all of its angel

The Poets Inspiration
By Emmanuel Osondu

According to Thomas Edison, “Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration” Now, if anybody should know anything about genius, that person is Thomas Edison. He was arguably, and still remains, the greatest inventor the world has ever known. In his line of business, he did not wait for inspiration. He created his own inspiration! Let us therefore reconcile Edison’s quotation to the writing of poetry.

It is an indubitable fact a poet needs some form of inspiration, but what exactly is inspiration. First, let us hear what the masters have to say on the subject.

John Keats asserts that “if poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then, it had better not come”.

Beadelaire, in a sarcastic tone, describes “Inspiration” as “……Working everyday”.

Then, we have the view of Dylan Thomas who described the writing of poetry as the “Physical and Mental task of constructing a formally water tight compartment of words…”

All these conflicting views on inspiration don’t seem to do us much good. So, the question remains unanswered. Does inspiration really exist? If it does, what form does it take? And more to the point, what role does inspiration play in the actual writing process?

I guess the best way out of this quandary is to fall back on my experience as a practicing writer – sorry, a budding poet!

Speaking as a writer, inspiration truly does exist. Some events and occasions can inspire the poet to paint a picture in words. The definition of William Wordsworth is absolutely relevant here, to wit, “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origins from emotions recollected in tranquility”.

Again, it is easier to write at night then in the day. No marks for guessing why this is so! But, the best method is to create your own inspiration.

How? Very simple!. Think up a title for your poem first. Start writing and don’t stop or better still, work on different poems at the same time. That way, if you run out of inspiration in one poem, you simply move on to the next one.

Finally, call on the powers of the subconscious. You are writing a poem and suddenly, you run out of ideas. Sounds familiar right? Don’t fret! Go to bed thinking of the unfinished work and hopefully, at dawn, you will find the answers you seek.

Well, these are my own secrets anyhow. There are a whole lot more but you have to play it by ear and learn as you as go along.

So, there you have it. Learn from Thomas Edison and create your own inspiration.

Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way
Which you always used to
Put no difference in your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
. Laugh as we always laughed
At little jokes we enjoyed together.
...

Play, smile, and think of me
Let my name be ever the household word
That it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without a trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind?
Because l am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the comer ALL lS WELL!

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