Inspiration
It calls with noiseless words
It creates a stringless knot
That binds together poet and pen
It's words cannot be ignored
It's knot cannot be untied
When it is present poet and pen must unite and create
It cannot be called upon
It had it's own mind
Only working when it wants to
Sometimes appearing in the most inconvenient of times
Almost never when wanted
But without it
There would be no great poetry
No wonderful stories told in books
No beautiful music
So to you, stubborn, ill timed and unignorable thing
I say, thank you
Inspiration
Emma, I love this poem. It describes myself, as there are times when I need Inspiration to continue. You drew me right into the poem and I felt the lows and the highs of writing poetry. A great job, Your friend in poetry. Lynn
This is all so true, oftentimes a poet needs and inspiration in order to begin, or continue a poem, but sometimes, the inspiration is the poem in and of itself, sometimes the inspiration is always there, hidden in plain sight, and you are blind to it until it hits you full in the face. Your poem touched me, thank you. Your fellow poet, Taylor.
Inconvenient at times, certainly. Trying to get to sleep for one!
hmmm well written a job well done a good write by a 13 year old lol
The words in your poem tell a real inside look about inspiration. I am impress to read a poem from an excellent poet.
Well..that really inspired me a bit :) Wonderful! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And thankyou to you, Emma.