I am still writing from a public computer and had planned to use today’s “leisurely” writing time to make an entry for the Lit Flicks Challenge, but now I am focusing on another challenge. I have been sucking up a whole lot of Inauguration coverage on the tube lately [since i can’t do it online ;( ] and have been going back and forth between moping and celebrating. I had planned to attend the revo…um, celebration myself, but my call to serve is generally dominated by my motherly duties. I am not about to drag them up there in the forecasted snow and millions of revelers, so I will probably be glued to CSpan Tuesday too. It really is exciting watching the nation prepare for a new era, and though some of it seems extravagant while there are wars raging and economies failing, I can’t blame anyone for the desire to party on…it has been a long time coming. [I’m talking generations, not just administrations].

So, I was flipping through the news channels and stopped on a call-in interview with Dr. Maya Angelou on MSNBC. She was talking about writing a piece in honor of the day {as well as how hard it is to “create on demand” as we well know}… She mentioned how powerful poetry and creative writing in general is on the culture and on the population. To summarize, she pointed out that what may not be understood when read as a law or in a textbook becomes more accessible and impressionable when expressed as poetry or lyrics. People remember and relate to poetry, and those words last, often longer than the laws or the texts.  I have been thinking about writing a piece too, and after hearing her speak I feel even more motivated. If she had not been interrupted by the perky television hostess, she may have made a similar call.

Monday has also been declared a Day of Service in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. which isn’t a bad thing to implement [hopefully that continues beyond this year]. What I am thinking about is a little different though. As writers, we have the gift of being able to contribute to the culture, and to history, our words. If we can not give any other service this week, or even if we can, we should, I believe, at least offer this service. Use some downtime tomorrow or Tuesday [or really anytime] to reflect on these moments, to record your feelings and thoughts, or even to gripe about the hoopla [which also has its place in the history books]. We can share our creations, on our blogs, sites, here or in our communities. Or even just tuck it away for the grandkids to find someday… whether you like poetry, essays or any other form of art,this is the kind of occasion that inspires creativity and expression. And this is our gift which we have to offer.

I have turned to poetry many times in my life when I want to express my opinion and feelings, remember a moment or honor figures important in my life. I think this event covers all those factors. Besides, even if poetry is kept personal, never shared with another reader, it is also a personal record, of one’s own history. For this really is an occasion being shared and experienced by all of us, beyond politics, beyond age, race or gender. Our nation, and our culture is going through a fundamental shift and we are never going to be quite the same again. That concept alone has to inspire the poet in all of us.