Inspiration In Poetry

Poems are inspirations from the heart. A writer may write from things that he knows, or he may create prose in his mind and create a poetical pattern from that basis. But nonetheless every poet births his own word portrait of inspiration. Each individual poem could be based on a life experience, a dramatic event, or a traumatic occurrence. True poetry holds the soul captive and won't let go. It won't release you from its grasp until you embrace it and it embeds within you.

Other poems are based on deeper spiritual awareness and reflect revelations that pertain to humanity and the basic question of life. A poem might portray through its words the unspeakable feelings of the heart. Why do I say unspeakable feelings? For instance, thoughts and emotions might be so deeply felt that they are in-expressible except in poetry: Edgar Allen Poe had such a traumatic upbringing that he could only deal with it by creative writing and implanting his personal story into his writings. Also in historical and popular Christianity, Jesus spoke words that no man ever heard. Words that were described as unutterable. The worlds in fact could not hold the entirety of creation and its records, its accounts of every living thing and every divine thought.

Sometimes we have deep emotions and feelings about special people and places. Identity of who I am is entwined within poetic description. Some of my poems express caring for certain people in my life or of specific events. Usually it's because of some special trait or special event. Sometimes its just the simple possession and passion about life! If it's simply about someone I know, I try to catch the “spirit” of their unselfish gift to me as they pass by.

Living in a remote Alaska village for twelve long years, I longed at times to reach out and touch someone and could not because of the impossible distance and isolation I experienced. With less than 2000 residents of that small place; with airplane access only: My heart and my thoughts could reach out to those afar, and sometimes unexpected feelings were amplified toward a few certain people who seemed touchable. How fragile was my spirit when at long last I could again reunite with those friends, and even then I could not always express to them how I felt. Almost needless to say, Writing poetry gave me the medium that I needed to communicate these tensile thoughts and suppressed emotions.

Inside of me there is something alive and spontaneous. Inside each of us is a fountain of creative activity. How do we have fun unless we run and jump and play? How do we express it afterwards? Finding utopia is a constant and progressive search! Tap on the door of the heart and discover the bliss of poetry and the rich rewards of writing. Within your imagination, nothing is impossible!

I hope you are enlightened of your cares in some little way as you share my special thoughts of people, places and things.

Oscarlites

Copyrights / M. O. Jones

Nothing can soothe the human soul like heartfelt poetry, delivered in the firelight upon the hearth of human gatherings. A single soul or a group of wayfarers, intently listening to the hypnotizing voice of the poet. In a few phrases, he encircles the place and the intent of his subjects, sharing the plot of his direst and drear imaginations, played out in taunting fear and dread as the tale is draped over the heads and minds of his listeners; their eyes opened in stark expectation, afraid to whisper, not a sound as spider thin ropes lace them up dark, invisible bondage, not to be loosed until the end of the story.