Inspiration is a funny thing
Like a yo-yo on a string
Up and down does it come
When it does, what a run
Today is difficult for ideas
Only the wind is all I hear
The mind is blocked on thoughts
Closed down today but ideas sought
But in this poem I do think
Of ideas in the news, these I drink
Ideas surround us all the time
That can be turned into a rhyme
Observation is the key
This an absolute necessity
So empty the mind of clutter
Then your words like birds will flutter
From TV, heroes, nature and all
They scream out to inspirations call
All it takes is for the eyes to see
Then those words will be written and free
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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