It's a good time to ask that question actually, because I'd finished my January poetry challenge and so needed to find inspiration elsewhere rather than just relying on the prompts given each day.
On the first, I actually used a blogging prompt to inspire my poem. It just asked us to talk about the weather, and it's so hot over here at the moment, I thought that would be a good topic for a poem. Plus, I like it when I can deliver something that is a bit different to all the others, even though it's the same prompt. Most of the respondents will be in winter... Would you believe, on Sunday I was standing outside talking to my neighbours Errol and Colleen over the back fence for about half an hour, and my shoulder got so sunburned that it's still sore on Thursday? Yep, it's that hot here.
Then Charlie and Kylie (on Writing.com) started up their 'write 100 poems in 100 days' challenges on Writing.com. I read Charlie's first poem and it was great. Then I read Kylie's, and that was great. Kylie talks a lot about giving and receiving creative feedback on poetry, and while I find her feedback very valuable, I rarely have any feedback to give her. It's like asking an art student to critique the Mona Lisa. "Uh, yes, well... Hmmm... It's very good, sir." I read their two poems, looked back over mine and basically just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. And that's where Tuesday's poem came from. I know I did fairly well in the January poetry challenge. I was coming fourth, then third...in the advanced group. I don't know the final tallies, and I honestly don't care about the winning, but I was feeling accomplished, you know? Like I was doing fairly well, and I could hold my head up. Then these two just stroll up, vomit out some words, and steal away my sense of satisfaction. So I did what any good poet does - I used that as inspiration. Why not? I'll get over it. I already have, in fact. It's not like they're doing it on purpose or trying to rub it in my face or anything. They've been playing this game longer than I have, and they're better at it. And with every challenge I take on, I get better at it too. So bring it on.
And then yesterday, it was real life that inspired my poem. After our house was burgled overnight (while we were asleep inside), I went through a whole slew of emotions. First I was all jittery with the adrenaline, couldn't stop pacing, couldn't stop fidgeting. Then I crashed, and I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open. And through it all, I was really angry. I started taking it out on random people, like other drivers on the road (I should note that they couldn't hear me). "Stupid fucker." Steve thought that was funny, so we had this whole conversation in the car where every sentence included the word 'fucker'. But obviously I couldn't do any of that while I was on the phone to the police, the bank or the insurance company. So I tried to put that into a poem. I'm not sure it worked, but maybe with a bit of distance from the events, I'll be able to take the concept and mould it into a better poem.
I wonder what today's inspiration will be?