Darlene Walsh

(1994 / Philadelphia)

Where Do Stories Come From

One day, after reading her son a bed time story,
the bright little boy asked,
'Mommy, where do stories come from? '

So the mommy explained to the young reader.
In the beginning there was a word.
The word was formed from the letters of the universe
and it's imagination. And the word was good.

And the word gathered other letters from the universe to form more words.
The words organized them selves into thoughts and phrases.
The phrases organized themselves into paragraphs.
The paragraphs became a story.

The story was good, but it was lonely.
So it gave some of it's words to the universe,
and those words gathered more letters.
It too grew from the imagination of the universe and became a story.

It also was a good story, but very different from the first story.
Together, these two stories combined some of their
letters and words and phrases,
and together they made more stories.

And many of those stories were good,
like the first two stories,
but different in many ways.

Some of the stories were mysterious, some were adventurous,
and some were simply fantastic and magical.
Many were filled with love, some contained bits of lust and greed,
and some were even tinged with hate.

From small mice to great men, the stories were filled
with every character imaginable, and many beyond imagination.
Some talked about what was, and some about what was to be,
and some even about what could never be.

The universe saw the stories and said to them, be fruitful and multiply.
Fill the whole universe with more of your stories.
And they did.
Stories of every shape and form spread across all the universe.

Some stories were very long, and some were very short.
Most stories were very good, but some were also very bad.
Over time, from the before the Iliad to long past the end of the Odyssey,
the stories filled the universe.

They were found lining the shelves of every library and book store.
Shelves and desks in many homes and schools and workplaces
were pleased to be covered with the stories.
And the stories delighted in the reading and re-reading.

They relished the laughter, the joy,
and even the tears they spread across the universe.
And life for all was blessed with their presence.

Submitted: Saturday, June 07, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I know it's not really a poem, but here it is anyway. Inspiration was John 1: 1, and 'the birds and the bees', all colliding with Big Bird singing the Alphabet song.

Comments about this poem (Where Do Stories Come From by Darlene Walsh )

Enter the verification code :

  • Ed Nigma (7/22/2014 12:35:00 AM)

    A story within a story about stories. I love stories like that. Great piece thanks for sharing =)

    Allan (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/18/2014 7:54:00 AM)

    A very good write on stories. I love the way that you created this piece
    of work that was very descriptive. So inspiring! (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. If I (Secret Message Poem), Ronald Chapman
  2. writting, Omobude Saint perry
  3. I Wish (Korea Regional), Ronald Chapman
  4. night night 2, Omobude Saint perry
  5. لا أعترف, نزار قباني
  6. لا أعترف, نزار قباني
  7. rain night, Omobude Saint perry
  8. I Will Miss You (Secret Message Poem), Ronald Chapman
  10. I Need An Excitement Pill, Ronald Chapman

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson


"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"Heaven" is—to Me!

...... Read complete »


Modern Poem

poet John Burroughs


Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]