Sweet Inspiration Poem by Howard Osborne

SWEET INSPIRATION

I do wonder, can inspiration ever stop
For good I mean, not just temporarily
And can one always discover yet more
From somewhere inside, that's for sure
A still active mind of course, naturally
Like bubbles rising that suddenly pop

Yet the source is almost always external
Sensations from music, art, or anything
And most often, nature in its own right
Needing just that modest dose of insight
And then to let all the words take wing
Reflecting the truth that may be eternal

But if it is like a well, can it ever run dry
Maybe when shutters are all pulled down
Perhaps poetry and verse will have its day
As the sweet sounds of voices fade away
Vivid hues may become shades of brown
Then it is time for a hungry world to cry