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The Jam Jar

A small shadow has settled upon the glass jam jar on the desk, amongst a frozen swirl of pencils that are waiting patiently for inspiration to seize a hand and be picked up.

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Daniel Turner

Date: 12/10/2023 8:04:00 AM

It's rather ironic when we are seeking inspiration and we don't recognize it when it's there all along:) I like this simple poem, Paul.

Paul Willason
Date: 12/18/2023 3:08:00 AM

Thanks Daniel....true comment. A good example is when William Carlos Williams made a red wheelbarrow famous.

Lin Lane

Date: 12/10/2023 3:38:00 AM

I’m glad the hand that picked up a pencil Was yours, Paul. You turn mundane things into a work of art. Your imagery in this one is something I’d like to paint.

John Lawless

Date: 12/10/2023 2:43:00 AM

...what lurks within that shadow.....

Paul Willason
Date: 12/18/2023 3:00:00 AM

There always has to be a shadow...required kit for any poet. Thanks for giving it your time John, valued.

Paul Bell

Date: 12/10/2023 2:26:00 AM

Strange thing, inspiration. I sometimes think you have to go out and hope a meteor falls on your head.

Paul Willason
Date: 12/18/2023 2:54:00 AM

Always illusive, pity there is no ritual for taming it. Thanks for commenting Paul.