Yes that was how it started?

I look within my inner vision is there any ideas in there.. I need to find some inspiration to write a poem that I can share.. tho I search beyond the dusty drawers in my muddled mind, alas there are no sensationalistic subjects that I can find

A tiny hint, a little nudge to guide me in the right direction.. perhaps something from my past, a recent rendezvous retrospection.. “Okay well did I tell you about a woman I used to know, she used to get so bored if she wasn’t always on the go..but then one day quite recently her sister had a cancerous mole, so the two of them travelled on a train journey to the hospital for her sister poor soul.. well when the woman sat in the waiting room whilst her sister saw a nurse, to pass away the time she wrote her dear sibling a little verse”

Yes that was how it started.. that woman’s very first creative ditty, then one became two and three, she soon had more than a thousand in her kitty.. each and every day Oh how that woman would sit and write, about everything her heart desired as she amused herself at night.. Haha I guess you’ve probably sussed me out and what I’m trying to say..yes that lass is me and my poem writing is marvellous in a way, now I never suffer from boredom in any form or fashion come what may