there is alot to be said about "out of the blue"

Right now I could use some of the "out of the blue" inspiration!
Well put!

Nice concept play, shall we say, mixed metaphors?

Ron

At least you have words. ~~Nordette

Still hung up on where you started this poem.........:-)

Its amazing how the arts and writing never stop......

Know what you mean : ) Fine.........fine job !

Great down to earth poem, Robert! I enjoyed.

I called in sick for five months. If I had not, I don't know where I'd be now. I am back "at work." Thanks for sharing this slice of reality. Love and peace. Regis

Always a multi-fashioned poem of interest in your den
Isn't it amazing, how we never let our "sick time"
keep us from poetry;-) I have fever, sore throat,
sinus infection, and whole body hurts, so here I sit
telling you. At least I know where to go if I need blood!;-)

etw

I feel labor pains each and every morning! Simply put, and exceptionally written. Michelle

A lot of that going around these days...this too shall pass...
excellent write!

~Carole

Feeling labor pains, huh? Must be that pizza before bed and when I get sick I just go to work and hope that the boss gets it too...boss'es deserve to get sick...;) Ed

I think we all have those days, well done, Jude.

When I was part of the labor force, I hated to waste a sick day on illness. Such days should be used to write fine poetry like this.

You're frustrated! LOL! I don't have the option. I think that within the tedium we find the impetus we require to go forward. At least this is true for me. When I move, my brain perculates. I'll give you a quote from my father to motivate you, "Hey up there! Get out of bed, you lazy lout!" There...

Oh calling in sick....thats a good idea....lol....did not know you had "bad" side in you....the imagery is blody good!!

The "Living Poet" indeed!!

Love Tinka

For me, my day very much depends on what I am fed first thing in the morning by way of inspiration: the day either goes up or downhill from that point, and it is the perspective from which the rest of life is coloured. It must truly be a privilege to be able to make one's sole living from writing, but at least, while we are still yoked to the realities of the "day job", there should be an endless potential for inspiration and energising that is taking place. Depends on how you "walk" through your life, I suppose. All I know is that it takes just one tiny thing to make the difference between a dull day and a blood-pulsing, rollercoaster one... just one tiny dynamic at work. For some it is a football score, for others it is the way light is falling through frosted panes of glass. Talking of labour pains, though, reminds me of the early weeks of my first pregnancy, when I had printers phoning me at home whilst on my "sick" bed at 0700hrs, complaining that whole batches of book jackets must have been designed wrongly as they were all coming out with 16cm spines! Math was never my strong point even when I had not the excuse of being pregnant! Still, it is Sunday, so we can all declare something of a duvet day and return to bed with a good source of inspiration! :)) Should be some AMAZING poetry around tomorrow! LOL Kate xx

Great write; I think this defines most struggling poets; we follow our muse; I really think we write for ourselves and the emotions that follow are truly are own and for one moment in time we have created a thought, feeling, metaphor that cries out to our world beyond.

I think we all have those days when we wonder why we are stuck in a rut of a life. In actuality, it isn't so, even through we have a certain amount of automatic duties and mediocrity, there is still the diversity of the day and always possibility for amazing changes occurring to and around us. I think that we humans crave drama, though we would prefer that it would be a positive type of drama, even the negative dramas seem to get our juices flowing. Calling in sick might be a good option, especially if it grants you the opportunity to be creative. I hope the mental haze lifts and your spirit gets to bask in the warmth of exciting and positive thoughts.

Take care,

Sherry

Sounds like one of those kind of days Robert looked out the window cold rain, windy yuk, I'm back to bed write in my head later.

Felix

You really ought not to paint such vivid pictures Jude. What an image! By all means call in sick if you can produce such poetry. ;-)
Chanti

Calling in sick sounds like a good idea Robert...been a very long time since I did that last...bout time to do it again after this...enjoyed the read.

Allen