Neil Higgins

The Evening Chronicles

Sitting alone in your thoughts as you stare out to sea.
Waiting for the inspiration to arrive for thee.
What was it you were supposed to hear?
Especially with the daylight so strong and clear.
Maybe three bells would echo away from shore.
A warning that a story was evolving to explore.
Many pages to write as you ask for a thousand chapters *yore.
Curtains to withdraw and eek out a sign of play.
Performing their attitudes in a merry writer's way.
These are the evening chronicles that arrive at unexpected times.
Remembering the past in all it's intertwined rhymes.
Flooding the soul with courage, anguish and fight.
They are the echoes of yesterday's shining candle light.
As pen or pencil write the words to sample as you read.
Meanings all private to enhance the expressions you need.

*Yore, meaning "a time long ago," is used in the same manner as yesteryear, days gone by, and olden times.


  • L. B. Mek

    I can relate with these words so easily
    and those questions, are known to me: intimately..
    thanks for sharing, my friend

    • Neil Higgins

      As always,many thanks for your support LB.

    • Teddy.15

      Yes dear friend, a great title that could actually be a beautiful title of a book. I also find inspiration when I read poetry from my fave poets. Gorgeous poem. X

    • aDarkerMind

      good to have you back Neil;

      • Neil Higgins

        Many thanks Melvin.I'm still a bit tired after a week away,but I will soon get back into things I'm sure.

      • Marie

        First, welcome back, dear Neil. Have missed you and your beautiful poetry.
        This poem is a finely penned allegoric write and I think many poets, like yourself, like me, are inspired late evening or just when going to sleep. I've lost so many poems by thinking I would remember them in the morning. Alas, when morning came the poems had disappeared with the darkness. Inspiration is difficult to define. I guess it's the process of being mentally stimulated that brings forth creative feelings and thus a poem is born. I love your name for your 'Muse'! Excellently penned poem, Neil. I so enjoyed reading and thank you, for sharing...

        • Neil Higgins

          Many times Marie I've been awake well after midnight,and scribbled a few words down,as I know they would be gone by the morning.Must be the way "I'm wired" I suppose.

          • Marie

            Think this happens to all poets after we learn the lesson that we won't remember them next morning, Neil. Bless us... Thank you again for sharing...

          • Fay Slimm.

            Night is for writing and is often "mid" for as evening ends my penning begins - a fine read of reasons why we poets need to stay with it and listen to nothing while Muse writes the chronicles. Am favouring this one for sure.

            • Neil Higgins

              Thank you Fay.I have no idea where some of my scribblings come from,be it at midnight or 3:00 am,but I am eternally grateful for the chance to blearily write "something" down.

            • Accidental Poet

              Wonderful write Neil. My muse has been rather quiet lately, but when active I'm enslaved usually in the early morning. That's when my muse has my full attention. But isn't it great how inspiration hits us at the most unexpected times?

              • Neil Higgins

                Thank you AP.I too often have trouble writing something, inspirational.Then in the small hours,a few words seem to arrive when I'm only half awake.

                • Accidental Poet

                  Keep that note pad by your bed. 😉

                • Robert Haigh

                  I really like this, Neil. It reminds me of some of Longfellow's poetry (one of my favourite poets). Inspiration can come when we least expect it. Sometimes it comes so thick and fast we have trouble writing everything down! Other times we stare at a blank sheet of paper and nothing comes. I never try to force the issue. If inspiration is lacking I find something else to do for a while. Good poem, my friend.

                  • Neil Higgins

                    Many thanks Robert.I have often stared at a blank sheet of paper,and gave up.Gardening for a short while, sometimes helps.There have been many days however,when "nothing happens".Then as you say,it comes thick and fast.I usually write "scribble" then see where that leads.

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