This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
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There will come a day when the last original idea is birthed
An immaculate conception
Unlike so many others in it’s time
It is a beautiful thing that needs space to grow
And it sings like no bird before it
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I hate to interrupt the show but something terrible has happened.
The creator we have come to know is missing.
Only the worst can be presumed,
A young man doomed.
What caused this?
Why dismiss creative bliss?
Please turn back,
Otherwise goodbye Zach.
The missing creator now wonders,
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Compared to me and my imagination,
You can't imagine at all.
If our imaginations were a height competition,
Yours would be short and mine would be tall.
You could never imagine the crazy things that I think all day,
Your imagination is a parasite that mine would sweep away.
If I tried to explain to you my imagination and all it's complex bends,
Your tiny imagination couldn't even begin to comprehend.
My imagination is a twisting turning maze within my mind.
I have found the navigation within it,
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If you are not looking for passion
If you are not craving a deep connection constantly
If you are not traveling through this life looking for excitement
If you are not trying to fulfill each and everyone of your needs
If you don’t believe you can have everything you desire
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This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
......
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
There will come a day when the last original idea is birthed
An immaculate conception
Unlike so many others in it’s time
It is a beautiful thing that needs space to grow
And it sings like no bird before it
......
Epiphany
Civilisation will collapse
without creativity
which is the torch that lights up
the mind in its poised trajectory
to realms untrodden and unknown
beyond the highest mountain and sea
joys and tears, and brokenness it highlights
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The topic that chose me today was African Elephants.
Unbidden,
they came
from depths unknown —
I did not plan to ponder Elephants,
and I certainly didn’t intend to write about them.
Yet here they are,
grand, gray, glorious,
trumpeting
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