I’ve been frequently asked to describe how I come up with “blank” ideas. Rhymes, jokes, whatever, the concept for me is the same. I sit around or I’m out somewhere and some silly thought/ idea comes to me. I massage it momentarily in my head, feel out whether it has any potential and then internally trash it or make a note on my phone to revisit it later when I have time. Often it’s just one word that sounded funny or unusual which an entire poem is based upon. I find poetry like an infinite puzzle. You start with one piece and have to work backwards all the way until you’re left perfect image. Or a creased Polaroid, depending on how the day’s going. The mental trash can system is not exactly perfect. Sometimes you get a diamond, sometimes a turd. C’est la vie!
Ironically I couldn’t think of a good enough title for this one so it remains blank. April 9, 2018.
True catalysts are hard to find
Isolate that spark in your mind
Build upon the minuscule glow
Effort’s reward success will show
Genius like lightning strikes a flash
Time will separate gold from trash
Not all ripples in lakes must fade
Keep throwing rocks, you’ll have it made.
Keep working. Very little amazing occurs by accident. Don’t get me wrong it happens but if you’re waiting around for someone to hand you a sack of money you’d be better off robbing a bank and getting one yourself. Please do not rob banks. That is seriously uncool. Banks robbing you on the other hand is so common to be a damn cliché.
Joy to all!
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.