Poetic Inkwells and More

  Divine Threads by Clara Mitchell I was spiritually sewing today. I was able to thread a needle With my divine thread of inspiration. The eternal thread that keeps my poetry alive. Eternity is at work like a revelation. Whatever God gives has this promise. "The things which are not seen are eternal" "the things which are seen are temporal." (II Corinthians 4:18) This eternal thread of inspiration gives life. Each idea sown is born anew, (John 3:3) To open hearts and faith, Into prayer and supplications. While tying a knot in this new thread, I ask God about a new poem. I see that the end is already in process. The knot tells me that it will all tie together. (Romans 8:28) Each poem like a quilt of ideas. Each idea spreading across poetry lines. I stitch the words within the stanzas of thread. Until I feel the knot form that signals the end ahead...

  Inspiration at Work        by Clara Mitchell A time for nature, me and my poetry. Which of the three do I fancy the most? Poetry takes me out of the norm. I drink of this art every chance I can get. Poetry can be a release of sudden inspiration. Its purpose is timely for nature and me. In nature, I walk and talk with God. I want to let him know we are collaborating. Nature opens up a theme park to me. The themes reveal secrets about life. Discoveries are found in nature walks. Inspiration uncovers new places and  Meaning that was lost in prior walks. When I begin to connect with nature, The appearances of poetry are surrounding me. God shows up then a bird captures my eye. At once-- I am not alone with my thoughts. The verses are erupting into poetry. Nature hears my familiar steps. Nature calls me to walk off the path. I find that when I leave the walking path, I leave time behind. I embrace the grace of God. The grace that calls the words that Demand to...

  Content Creators The writers and poets, Creators of content and more, Face every morning as if A new idea will appear out of nowhere. Wishful thinking my friend. Ideas are content makers. My content calendar is spotty. I have a morning routine. After my routine, I am fast at work creating A new poem for my calendar. The creation process is in stages An inkwell hides from the pen. The writer or poet mistakes the spotty calendars as empty days. What often appears blank or invisible Is necessary to complete the thought process. The ideas all come together. Each idea embeds like a player Inside my mind until all the ideas orchestrate a symphony of sounds. The sounds of each creation Plays out until the time Comes for more calendar content. My calendar is like a talent scout. Needs summon talent. Who needs my talent? What ideas and inkwells are still hiding? The writers are content creators. I see my poetic pen move by God's Spirit. ...