UNINSPIRED

On the other side of the patio

are the flowers she planted

in the terraces;

Spiderwort, Black Eyed Susans,

and Dianthus

nod their heads in the breeze

and form a carpet

around the feeders

I built for the birds last year.

The Cardinals and Chickadees

fly in and out of the Russian

Olives at the top of the ridge,

while Samson, our stray

yellow tabby,

keeps them on their toes.

In here, the news is on,

talking heads explain that,

like it or not,

my world has changed,

but not for the better.

If that’s not enough,

we thought she was off today,

could sleep in, play around,

work in the garden.

The phone changed that,

so she is running around,

making impatient noises,

getting dressed,

packing a lunch,

the whole makeup thing,

and worrying about traffic

between here and work.

I turn and walk to the fat

leather chair at my desk

to think of something

to write about.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Those bloody talking heads talking to us like we're imbeciles.
I remember Billy Connolly doing a bit about them being interupted by the weatger girl, saying "look! This is tge country where you live. And this is a cloud and this is the sun!
Now, back to the growed ups to tell you that a tight fiscal policy isnt anything to do with S-E-X! 😀
The world has changed mate and it goes without saying not for the better. What ever changes for the better these days? Even that s****y spread is called "can you believe its not butter now?" 😀

[Vol]

Lorry,
I run out of breathe too quickly these days... there is no way I can escape the noise and chaos of even what i refer to as a "calm" day. We are all insane, but equally so, and no one notices...
Vol

[redd Brick Keshner]

The circumstances can be so uninspiring but the poeting, now that’s where the magic happens 🙏🏻🕊

[Vol]

Bred,
You've got me laughing, every poem I write, no matter the subject, depends on my mood. I cannot force it; I cannot write anything meaningful just because I want to. I've met a couple of poet laurates, and they can just sit down and spit out an assignment to honor an event or person. Not me, half the time I start down a patjh, but by the end I've taken half a dozen "roads not taken."
Vol

[redd Brick Keshner]

Spoken like a true poet! Wordsmithing can be so mechanical as to have no heart almost! Poeting on the other hand can be a completely arduous journey. 🙏🏻🕊

[Vol]

Bred,
When I was in Nashville, I met a lot of really very good poets, but when I attended Vanderbilt's honorarium for the celebration of Philip Levine's Pulitzer, won while he was on staff there, I met about a dozen well known poet friends of his from New York and around the world. Every one of them wore either a camel colored or Navy sport coat, with opposite slacks, the same Weejun loafers and styled their the same, The each read a few of their own works... Empty suits and empty words, no soul, no fire, but VERY academic. (Except Gerald Stern, whose few wiry strands of hair blossomed from a collection of large purple blotches on his head, and a gorgeous, leggy woman on each arm. He stopped mid poem once, eyeballed the crowd, smiled and said, "THIS IS F*****G GOOD POETRY!")
I live for poetry, Bred, pretty much all of it except the post-modern tripe, and academic skeletal drivel.
Vol

[redd Brick Keshner]

That’s why they say: “never meet your heroes…” I’ve had my eyes opened once or twice, quite rudely as well. 🙏🏻🕊
Freds.

[Vol]

Hahahaha! Just avoid eye contact when passing a mirror...

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh that too! Good one 🙏🏻🕊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Life so often interferes with life.
Black-eyed Susans....my favorites...they remind me of Vermont.
And you did think of something to write about...and this poem proves that even the most mundane days can turn into a really good poem.
j.

[Vol]

Erin,
You know because you've been there...
Vol

[ETERNITY]

Everything I've ever planted died. I raised some beautiful tomatoes on the vine when we moved into our new house and when I cut into some to make slices for tomato sandwiches, they were hollow and black inside. You always write stuff that makes people think. I love it.

[Vol]

Glenda,
what else are we, the people, supposed to do, if not to think?
Well, I mean besides THAT...
Vol

[ETERNITY]

I adore you ;-)))))))))))))))))))))))

[K. Louis]

This poem "uninspired" is actually quite thoughtful. It contrasts a serene outdoor scene with the chaos of everyday life, highlighting the disruption that can occur when reality intrudes upon peaceful moments. I think the imagery is strong. nicely done.

[Vol]

K.,
It has driven us insane. We would never make it living on a farm a hundred years ago with no access to noise and chaos...
Vol