Gina is hosting dVerse today. Gina says:
What is the poetic hum in your life? What hums in the background of your life that inspires you as you unconsciously listen while you work and live? Is the drone always there or do you have to cultivate the inspiration?
Some points to ponder in your poem:
- should there be a clear line between your occupation and your creative writing?
- do you have to make up your mind which one you want to be or can you do both things at once?
- are you inspired by your “occupation” to write creatively?
- can the frustration you feel in your “other work” (non-creative writing life) also be an inspiration to write?
- does your current occupation limit your creative writing?
- what is the drone that hums in your background that inspires your writing?
I see the hum as a wolf, always present, always supportive, always ready to run.
Comes to me, she of rough shaggy coat
Solid shoulders, paws anchored to the ground
Sits and watches me with eyes like bonfires
Her head tilts at my expressions and when
she hears my voice or the songs inside of me.
Often she curls on the rug near the heat
At times she curls around my feet
No place for a muse, but she likes it there
When she’s feeling frisky, she rests her
chin on top of my head as we look in the mirror
She gets the urge, then begins to prowl,
scratching at the floor, she needs to go —
me with her. We walk outside – and run
Along the paths, between trees and tall grass
Noplace too worn or too dense. We fly.
We splash in the ice mountain streams
after rolling in a muddy pond with tadpoles
We race each other til dusk. Fireflies
and stars join us as Sky Lady Luna begins the show.
She tilts her head up, mine following. We howl.
We need to be heard.
By you, our pack.