Hidden in a dark recess of my mind.
Novel ideas vanish or
slither away when called upon.
Necessity is the mother of invention, they say.
Deadlines become necessity
and force at least a semblance of inspiration.
PS. I really hated today's suggested topic for a poem so . . . I punted. How inspired, eh?
I am curious about this endeavor you are on--what is the source of topics, etc. ?
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