Inspiration shows up unexpectedly. While it probably isn’t always a good idea to rely on inspiration (at the expense of regular ol’ discipline and hard work), it’s still a good idea to capitalize upon it when it does show up!
The following poem came to me in a moment of sleepless frustration. Wishing my infant son would just stop crying, I pulled myself back from the moment and realized how awful it would be if he actually did stop crying – and never cried again. While the poem may seem negative, it really reflects a moment of profound gratitude.
In the space where poetry takes on a life of its own, this poem also explores the depths of desperation beyond the initial spark of inspiration that generated it.
Wishing Away
“Why.
Can’t.
You.
Just . . . ?”
Stop.
And it stopped
and it stopped
and it all stopped.
As the nightmare began
with the sight
and the silence
and the still realization
of a stillness that could not be
undone.
What was,
was no longer . . .
A Tragedy.
©Lisa Mulrooney
Lisa Mulrooney 