Was it just the breeze
that made me a butterfly
Was it just the clouds
that made my heart soar high
Was it just the rain
that made the poet in me come alive
Was it just the grass
that made my feet dance by
Was it just …..
There is something about the weather that can bring out the artist in all of us. Some may want to sing, some may want to draw and some may just want to use their culinary skills to conjure up a dish that suits the weather. I definitely don’t belong to the third kind, so I write.
Nature, weather, surroundings must be essential for a writer. This explains why the Writer’s Retreat business is booming. Although considering the charges I wonder, do the people who conceptualised the idea realise that more often than not, writers are underpaid to the extent of not paid and live through a lifetime of rejections. Apparently we cannot afford such costly luxury, and by the time one of us rich and famous we are inspired enough to let the ink flow. Moreover the marketing trends in current times make sure the book is sold before hand.
Alas it doesn’t work well for a struggling writer to spend money before hand on a retreat. The writer has to juggle between the sustenance of daily life and pursuing passion. Is this the reason that most of our books revolve around common folks, heat and dust? A perfectly curated lawn really doesn’t appeal to my senses as much as the imperfection of a view does. I would rather throw around poppy seeds of various colours into the soil than shape some perfect hedges, bushes into my view.
Of course I believe in perfect solitude while writing with a ambience to inspire. Alas, life is imperfect for even now as I write (type), I have to manage it with one hand because my other one is held my little one who uses it as a comfort cushion while asleep.
Writers are born out of the beauty that inspired them. It could be the rising sun, valleys, solitude, a beautiful soul and so on. That one moment and gone – the pen becomes your best friend. Now its querty text board though. But my first thoughts were born out from a pen landing into the paper – lovely old days.
Lovely poem, and good thoughts in your prose which reflects my own ideas on gardening
Thank you
Good to see you back
Ha ha … luckily I have been busy writing. Working on a collection of short stories. And yeah recently one was published as a part of an anthology on Road Safety released by the Ministry of Road Transport & Highways, GOI. It is titled Have A Safe Journey.
Do check it out if get time.
That is good. Yes when writers disappear for a while it means they are into something. I will check the road safety anthology.
Beautiful words so well composed and nature is so magical. Great poem