Waiting For Inspiration

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Waiting for inspiration to strike
Requires a lot of patience and immobility
In place of actual work, or so it seems
To me. For
If writing depends on that flash of genius,
Nothing is happening here. I
Guess it’s more a matter of perspiration that
Success arises from, not the often mis-
Understood flash of brilliance that
Comes upon a person like lightning, but rather the
Knowledge that no work equals no writing equals no
Success. Simple, eh?

For Poets United – Poetry Pantry #336

 

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I Took A Walk

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I took a walk down memory lane,
never thought I’d go that way again,
down the path around the bend;
thought my trip would never end.
Along the way I met a man
who said to me,
“I think I can.”
“You think you can?”
I said to him.
“Yes, but I don’t know where to begin.”
“Well, walk with me a little way,
maybe you’ll find your path this day.”
As we walked he shared his fears,
a field of pain watered with tears.
Then I was on the road alone
looking toward my childhood home,
but I didn’t want to go that far,
things past have passed, are what they are;
so I turned around, cast off the pain
and walked away from memory lane.

First Love

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I wonder

if you remember our childhood kisses
in our ‘den’ in the bushes;
our deep declarations
to be forever Mr and Mrs.

I remember them.

I wonder where you are now,
what you look like as a woman.

I haven’t seen you since we were children;
you were my world back then.

You and I
and the blue sky;
a lark singing
on high.

I wonder.