Where I Steal My Ideas From! (cont.)

Ding! Ding! Ding! The parallel of drunk people sobering up and werewolves changing into people totally catches my imagination. This would be an adult or teen poem, and I haven’t written it yet. But the excerpt has gone into my Poetry Pot until I’m ready to write about it.

Here’s an idea I got from an existing poem. I was listening to an audio recording of Robert Graves reading “To Juan at the Winter Solstice.� The quality was poor, and I could barely understand much of it. But two lines caught my ear:

How may the King hold back?
Royally then he barters life for love

These two lines made me think about what we are willing to trade our lives for. And so often, it’s not the glory-bound things we give our lives for. It’s the daily drudge. We literally trade our lives away when we spend our time doing inconsequential things like gossiping or worrying about what other people think about us. This is a topic for a teen poem, I think, and I’ve got some phrases rolling around my brain, but no complete draft yet.