Sketchbook Poetry

 

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Last night I was lying in bed trying but failing to fall asleep when the most amazing thing happened.  

The first few lines to a poem popped into my head.  

Mind you, this hasnt happened in years and I mean years so I had to jump out of bed, find my sketchbook and a pen, and write it down.  

Once I was writing it all just kept flowing out.  

Here are the poems in the order I wrote them.

They are still rough and probably have a lot to be worked out. 

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Before 23

Were you at all like me 

Before you turned 23?

Did your help you Mom through cancer

making you become stronger then you thought you would ever be?

Did you move across the country

When you were just 18

And begin a new life

In a place like you had never seen?

Did you find true love

and end up getting married

to the one you knew you would be with

until you were buried?

Did you move to an island

In the middle of the ocean blue 

Where everything you experienced

Was absolutely brand new?

Did you fly on a KC-10, KC-135, C-5

and get to watch in flight refueling

or get to sit in the cockpit

for a landing?

Did you travel to Germany,

Luxembourg, Portugal, Italy, and Spain

and even to England

with only 4 days notice to get on a plane?

Did you think you knew all of life's answers?

Like who and what you wanted to be.

Were you at all like me

before you turned 23?

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Inspiration:  I know this poem sounds a bit like bragging but it is more meant to be a reminder to me about all I have accomplished.  I just turned 22 and I was not to excited about 22 at all.  I was telling my husband this and he reminded me to think about what I have done before I turned 22.  That made getting older not feel so bad.

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Creativity

builds up

boils over

until it can

be contained

no more

spills out

releases itself

from the confines

we create

to tame it

explodes

expands

consumes

when it 

is let out

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Inspiration:  I wanted to describe how it felt when creativity hits. 

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A Visit

A quiet night

all alone, every-being is asleep

the rain falls down

the wind pushed through the trees

I lay down to rest

close my eyes

my head is filled with

thoughts

plans

worries

then it strikes

the perfect few lines

I must find paper and

pen quick

to make sure

these great ideas stick

Creativity has struck again

welcome back dear old friend

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Inspiration: I wrote this to describe exactly what happened to get me out of bed at 1AM. 

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Even after I had these all out of me I still couldnt sleep. 

I feels really cool to have some inspiration and creativity back.  

I strove all summer to feel creative and it randomly hits at 1AM.