Memories Are Funny Things
Memories are funny things.
You hear your favourite singer sing
And all at once, that voice is stored,
You visit towns, you see the sights,
You feel the heat, you see the light
And that becomes a picture, saved;
A snapshot of a happy day.
And all you ever need to do
Is think about that perfect view
And all at once, you’re there once more
Seeing it as you previously saw.
A scent or sound can do the same.
A hint, and whoosh, you’re back again.
You’re in the room, you’re with the guy,
No matter how much time’s passed by.
And if you listen close enough
The voices of the ones you love
Will stay inside your clever mind
For you to recall, anytime!
So soak up life and all it brings
Cos memories are funny things.
They’re weaved from all you see or do.
Make them good. It’s up to you.
Memories are funny things is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.
Her whole life’s been a battle.
Her face is hard as stone
But inside, there’s a garden,
Just waiting to be sown.
She’s looking for a gardener
To give it TLC
And to bring out all the colours
No-one ever gets to see.
Gardener Wanted is a short poem about life by Ms Moem.
A Simple Truth
How do you love a person
Who’s no longer there to love?
How do you bear the pain
When you’ve already borne enough?
How do you remember day
When you only live at night?
How do you escape their shadow
When you no longer see their light?
How do you keep on swimming
When you struggle just to float?
How do you keep on sailing
When the storm upturns your boat?
How do you keep breathing?
How do you get through?
It’s frustratingly simple but
Somehow, you just do.
A Simple Truth is a short poem by Ms Moem.
She set out with intention;
Thought she knew the way to go
But as she wandered clumsily
The winds of change did blow.
They took her like a feather
And she floated on their breeze
Soaring so far above the forest
She could barely see the trees.
At first, she was astounded
Just how far she went each day
But eventually she realised
She’d completely lost her way.
Lost is a short poem by English poet, Ms Moem.
How do you get past writers’ block? You know, those moments when you sit down with the intention to spill your creative mumblings out onto paper so that other people can enjoy them too, and no matter what you do, the page stays blank.
Ideas might flit in and out of your mind, or you might feel like there’s something just there on the tip of your tongue, but you physically feel like you just can’t set pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard if you are a digital writer.
Well, unfortunately, there is no magic answer that will cure it, other than to sit down, or stand up and force yourself to write anything. Literally, anything.
If you are a writer of poetry like me, just start talking either in your head, or out loud, and every single rhyming couplet that pops up, write it down. Or if rhyme isn’t your thing, any string of words will do.
In fact, if you are writing on your computer, have a special file or document simply for this purpose.
If you are still analogue, have a particular notebook that isn’t too precious for you to completely let yourself go.
And if you are stuck for creative inspiration, read something you wouldn’t normally read, or hop onto wikipedia and page surf until you find an idea that you think you can run with. It doesn’t have to be a fully fledged idea, but gather those seed of inspiration where you can!