Poem - On Inspiration
Do not wait for the moment of inspiration to arrive…go out and search for it yourself…
Small sparks,
Flashes of brilliance,
Loud booms of thunder,
And flashes of lightening,
Begin to penetrate the inner being.
All swirl round and round,
Crashing violently into each other.
Some combine,
Others repel.
And all wait for the stories they may tell.
The dim light of a candle,
A flaming torch,
Cause the rejuvenation,
Of a dormant mind and soul.
Words combine to form phrases,
Which create a base.
On paper they may look good,
But when a reoccurrence
Of the former takes place,
They may not sound as good,
As one thinks they should.
By: John E. Murray, III
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