Sometimes things in the world are just beyond my comprehension. I find myself deeply saddened by decisions made, or feel as though I have no voice, no representative who sees the world as I do.
That’s when I write, of course. But sometimes I can’t find the words, and have to seek out someone who can say what I want to say.
So I looked for poems that would make me feel less hopeless. and found one called Peace, by George Herbert, in which a man wanders in search of peace. The third stanza struck me for its imagery:
Then went I to a garden, and did spy
A gallant flower
The crown Imperiall: sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digg’d, I saw a worm devoure
What show’d so well.
I can’t find the words for my own poem at the moment, although I am sure I will over the coming days.
It helps to have a little poetry inspiration to guide me.
Happy writing,
EJ