Friday, November 22, 2013

Inspiration

The spark escapes me. 
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? 

1 comment:

  1. I am curious about this endeavor you are on--what is the source of topics, etc. ?

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