This month is National Poetry Month and my writers guild had a poetry reading at out latest meeting. It was exciting to hear so many of my guildmates share their work. After mulling it over for a while, I decided to get up and read a few of mine. Now, I am a novelist and haven’t really shared my work (short stories or poems) with them. However, I felt like this was the time to give it a try.
As I stood in front of my peers, I felt my voice shake a little as I started into the first line of my poem. It was inspired by my love of the Renaissance Festival in Kansas City, MO and spending time with my family there each year. It felt great to read it aloud and receive such positive feedback from my friends.
On the flip-side, I read a poem I wrote for an anthology the guild is publishing for the upcoming eclipse event. This poem came to me after my dog woke me up and needed to go outside late one night. The moonlight streamed over my backyard and dared me to look up. I saw the stars, the planets, and the nothingness between. As I slept, I held onto that image and woke to the words that I placed upon the paper. Again, my peers offered me applause for sharing what I created with them.
These two poems are just examples of what inspires me in life. These events made me take pause and listen to my emotions. By giving myself the time to process, I was able to create something that expressed a moment in my life and share that with others. As writers, we often have a spark of inspiration but we let it go or put it off for other things. Our minds are not given the time to wander and search for inspiration. So, if your muse comes to you and gives an idea or feeling, then take it. Feed it and nurture it. Let the words flow from your hands onto the page and go with it.