Friday, July 6, 2012

Inspiration

What does a poet need
to compose a thought?
Where is the inspiration
That starts as a tiny seed?

How do the words form
into pictures of the heart?
Do the eyes of the scribe
translate?

Is the laughter of a child,
the smile of a baby,
or the hug of a loved one
Enough to make it blossom?

Maybe it’s the smell of flowers
Or softly falling rain.
Perhaps the crashing of waves
Up on the shore?

Perhaps the tinkle of ivories,
the strum of nylon strings,
or drum beats and cymbals
make the words flow forth.

True inspiration
comes from the core,
from deep inside
where passion lives.

2 comments:

  1. Such picturesque writing, I’m jealous.

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