Poetic Inkwells and More

  Short Love Story-- Love came late for me. I had to turn a blind eye And by doing so --love passes by. Love shed a tear for me.

 Hello everyone! I have recently built this blog with blogger.com the blog address is https://poeticinkwells.blogspot.com. It is brand new, so I am working on adding an SEO campaign soon to help introduce the new site and build traffic. All the content is free to use with my by line. I do not take donations. My desire is to share uplifting content during these chaotic times.  I had some unexpected medical problems over the summer so I will be back later.  If you wish to email me or make comments on any of the pages that is fine. My email is clara74133@gmail.com. (current pic 5/2024) Medical update: All is well. Normal results. Symptoms gone. Sending love and prayers to all who visit, Clara Mitchell My Blog is here to uplift and inspire! Not all of my poems are overly faith based but the ideas and thoughts are my creative wheels turning and I try to catch all moments of my inspiration. My poems are reflections on life as I journey on and jot down ideas as they come to me. ...

  Boxes          by Clara Mitchell 12-26-2023 I bought a mattress in a box. I am traveling again. The mattress purchase reminds me Of when we put God in a box. When we open the box for the mattress It unfolds to a much more alarming size! I think God wants us to think of Him Outside of the box. I know that I have stuffed gifts and talents Inside of me, I am the container, a box if you will. I tried to open the goods But needed help to do so. The helpers were busy-- I soon discover many We are living their dreams in a box. How do we open up After being contained so long? What treasures are stuffed? Now at a later stage in life, I am unpacking some boxes That I have carried for some time. God was helping me to open up. My talents began to expand like this Serta mattress. The size and fit gave me pleasant dreams. God gave me a talent to write. It has been a long time in the making. My boxes did not truly unfold until lat...

 Giving My Gift Away   by Clara Mitchell 5/29/2024 I am giving multiple births over my lifetime. The births are not flesh and blood. The births are words inside of me. The words have my voice. My DNA is etched inside each line. The imagery is developed over time. It grows and grows till it is understood. Poetry has a lifespan-- It depends on the words. It can live on and on Or pass away by evening. Creativity is not bound by its passing. Inside every poet or writer is an inkwell. An inkwell that patiently waits to be filled up. Inspiration helps, Prayer invites our ears to hear God, I meditate on different concepts. The pen begins to use the inkwell. There are signs of life across the page. At last, another overflow of ink. Many lines appear out of nowhere. It is like a sudden shower Only to be gone in an hour. I am in the final push of birthing new poems. I have more inside. I gladly give my gift away. The timing is of the Lord. There...

  Running Your Race       by Clara Mitchell I promise to create. A time for a clean slate. Put away the sin that does so easily besets us. The Christian race is a life marathon. Hebrews 12:1   says, “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.” Put away and tidy up. Same theme for keeping house. Same theme for keeping our spiritual house. God is a God of order. Lay aside. The weight of sin. Lay aside. God has set things up. The racetrack is ready. Everyone takes your mark, set, And go. I am not running late. The set time is set. My lane is open for me.  I will stay in my lane. How many laps or years to go? Never mind, keep running.  It is His will that we all finish our race. God holds the stopwatch. His Timepiece is accurate. God sets o...

Hide and Seek        by Clara Mitchell 3/22/2024 I must put away childish things. God is right. There are exceptions. Our inner child at times makes an appearance. Depending on our stage in life, It opens the stage for an unexpected scene. A scene where the actor changes the script. This type of behavior is not well received by directors. God often plays hide and seek when He tests us. We seek Him early, We seek to find Him-- Usually hidden in a new revelation. It is both playful and mysterious. The seeking is hard work. The hiding places of God Are sometimes a mystery to find. I know I am hidden in Christ. God seeks after me. He calls me to follow Him. He knows my whereabouts Even in the night seasons. I cannot avoid His searchlight. He shines the light on me. I cannot escape His commands. He knows all my hiding places. I hide in modern day caves. I surrender to His arrest. God is looking for me. The great Shephe...

  The words are twirling and swirling like a top. I feel giddy when I make it stop. The words rise again to the top. The top creates the motion. The words create emotion. I cannot make it stop. I love the little top!