I sit down and find the leaves rustling as though rhythm that the wind makes.
I also hear the birds chirping i do hope i see the nightingale i hear it sings as beautiful as it's name.
Then an orange slice so sweet to absorb but is gotten from such a thorny soul.
And just then i decide to take a little stroll for inspiration, and here i am again taking a sit to find out i have already begun, and I ask.
What then inspiration? ? ? ? ? ? ?
It is merely only the imagination of a writer seeking for concentration.
And why then shall i yearn and seek for inspiration? ? ? ? ? ? .
For truly it is within man's imaginations
A good start with a nice poem, Michelle Benjamin. So many natural images inspiring our senses. Thanks.
GREAT POEM GREAT POEM! GREAT POEM! GREAT POEM! YOU REALLY GOT IT ON THE INSPIRATION!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry written with clarity of thought and mind. Great lines nicely put together with conviction. You're very talented! Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.