I’m thinking of inspiration being the small things. Thinking of how this lockdown allows us to concentrate on the beauty of small things. A seed growing, a bird tweeting, a tadpol swimming, a smile. Little bird : gold frappe.
Here are a couple of Poems to give you some ideas:
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.'
Pablo Neruda
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.'
