The words come at odd times,
falling from a lifetime of living.
Memories from childhood,
pieces of dreams,
fragments of encounters with strangers,
conversations with friends,
scenes observed in public places
i.e. trains and streets,
inspired by emotion, history,
news stories as well as weather reports.

The words can awaken me from a sound sleep,
demanding I find pens, paper
command my presence before the laptop!

The words come at odd times,
at unscheduled, unpredictable moments,
defying the rules of grammar
and common sense.

I remain unsure as to when or how
the words find me,
but I remain always joyful
when they arrive,
forever grateful they find me.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.