Inspiration,
Poet's fire
Does not heed
Just to desire,
Alone.
What moves it,
What transpires?
Is the great,
Unknown.
It can' be forced
Just by desire,
Nor artificially
Performed,
But when it happens
Angeles' choir,
Makes you feel
You have come home.
Great stuff. When the inspiration sets in, that is how it works. Very inspiring too. Thanks for sharing. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so true and inspiration can come from anywhere. Brilliant poem dear Sandra.