At the height of the pandemic in 2020, I began reflecting through poetry. Below you can read some of my latest poems that mean a lot to me. I call myself The Inquisitive Typist, because as I write I have more questions about the world around me.
The Inquisitive Typist poems, Five Short Pieces, received a 2023 Emerging Artist Award from St. Botolph’s Club Foundation. In 2024, my writing expanded to include an opera libretto in development and a commissioned poetry cycle as part of my Artist Fellowship from the James Weldon Johnson Foundation. In 2025, Once There Was a Girl: An Opera in Three Acts is under consideration for major grant funding & artist fellowships with rising composer Janet Lagah-Bona.
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I can see the sun on the horizon…
I can see the horizon gently over there. Over the green. These pathways know my soul. Know my longing. Know my need for rest. To rest in the hill’s embrace. Of the horizon.
I can see the horizon. Over the green. I can see the sun peaking through the trees. Over there is where my dream waits for me. Over there is where I can feel my soul on fire. My souls longs for care and courage to try… To be who I’m meant to be.
I can see the sun on the horizon. It wants me to go on. And I must go to where it sets.
– The Inquisitive Typist, 12 August 2022
Autumn.
I walk around the city in wonder. All the leaves in a fiery hue. Their colors reminding me of what’s to come. Yet I embrace the fall. The fall of my worries and doubts. Landing at my feet.
Knowing someone, somewhere is thinking of me.
– The Inquisitive Typist, 16 October 2022
Hot Air Balloon.
I took my dreams to the sky. Lifted them far and wide. Though some were never seen again. I saw flashes of color every now and then. Hope brought them into view, Like the stripes of a hot air balloon.
I raced across the field as they descended from their flight. Noticed their tattered cloth. They had enough wear and tear to have already tumbled back to Earth. But somehow they flew and soared amongst clouds. Despite the thunder, the rain and wind.
Determined to weather the storm, my dreams not only flew, they soared.
– The Inquisitive Typist, 12 August 2022
Isabel Randall 