Garage Sale Poetry: Inspiration

Where does inspiration come from?

Garage Sale Poetry: Inspiration

 

 

                     I was heard in a baritone

                          Home grown and ample.

                             I was a grown folks portion

                                  Before I became a child’s sample.

 

                      Heard with appreciation

                            Often when he spoke.

                                Tasted with drink

                                   Inhaled with the smoke.

 

                        A sermon.

                             Laced with sweat and

                          aggravation..

                          An emotion.

                                  A heartbeat.

                        Not an echo fading away.

                        Pure pain or simple pleasure.

                           Apathy I was not.

                             Nor did I live in shades

                                of gray.

 

                        Traveling from soul to soul

                            Searching for like noise.

                          I could hear it.

                        Similar beats and rhythms

                          that carried the same spirit.

 

                        But many had become diluted.

                            Word base reconstituted.

                          Not poor, broke or hopeless.

                         But just plain polluted.

 

                           Rivers of words steady streaming.

                              Played by a thousand pie-eyed pipers.

                             Many words  with no meaning.

                                Lost in their own cipher.

 

                          Whether I was filtered thru aged wisdom

                                or a sudden experience.

                             I had a message.

                                  …I was a message.

                                I wonder who listens anymore.

 

                           I am all things

                                  and none.

                               Only pieces of

                                                      a sum.

                                  What you wonder…

                                   …that I am.

                                 What you think…

                                     … that I’ve become.

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Our words are interchangeable with who we are....and yours certainly should not be sold in a garage sale...heresy!!! No way to know for sure who actually reads our words and who feels the words enough to take something away from the page. I choose to believe my words are worth something.....and yours are too, my friend. Lydia

[Caitbabie008]

Kinda hard for me to unde4rstand but yet stil very good write!

[Brette Medb]

I loved the flow of this and the emotions it brought to the surface were amazing. The constant movement of the poem made it so beautiful. Great work.


Brette

[Crystal L. Test]

You really have a gift for writing from a perspective other than your own. Although, you are able to make it sound as if it were truly yours. This made me truly think. It struck a chord in me. I do think the message has gotten diluted. And, as with all writings, readers have a tendency to twist the words and interpret them as they see fit. The Bible is no exception to that.

[Theta S. T.]

I don't know why you call this "Garage Sale" there is nothing here that belongs in the garage in the 1st place...well besides your bad attempts to try and get at my lotto tickets....yea I got jokes and what!!!! hehe...

I have to agree with everybody on this one it's a deep poem your inspiration has to be deep routed, because baritones are an essential part to any and all music and obviously you are an important part to a well balanced artist...

I think I"ve stroked your ego enough...lol

~~Theta

[Taja B.]

Wow, this is really deep. This is beautifully written, with great imagery and descriptions. Plus, I also like how this whole image your painting in this poem is considered inspiration in your eyes, and I completely disagree that this is "garage sale poetry".

Nice job. I really enjoyed this!:)

[Buffi]

This one makes you contemplate. Excellent piece!

[Angelheaded Hipster]

So this is your gararage sale stuff that you were telling me about...I think you sell yourself short kid...I like what you brought here, and the words do carry weight, even if you were just playing with words, and whatnot.
You have talent, maybe you're going to start realizing it.

[Pema Dorje]

a metaphoria poem with shimmering impressionism and room to make the meaning all my own ... write on

[Shane Patrick]

A soul jumping from body to body to experience what they experience... this is where this took me, I may be wrong, but what a transportation... well done!