On Inspiration...

Written Fall 2008

My inspiration flows

In golden droplets from clouds of love;

Lessons learned in early days from gentle hands

And firm beliefs.

It flows like a river's lullaby

From generous family and friends whose outstretched hands

Expect only mutual affection

and no reward.

My inspiration grows

With pitter-patters of tiny paws,

dog-hair coated clothing, and endless kisses

from loving little pink tongues.

It grows abundantly

From the depths of dim-lit nights--

Dreamily warmed by a dying fire;

Secrets and smiles entwined in a glowing embrace.

My inspiration lifts

the powerful yet delicate wings of a soul

whose oxygen is music and sunset and light.

It is around and not of myself;

breathing color and wind into black and white sails.

Author's Note

Written for contest...

Reviews

[Everchanging Disaster]

This is awe "inspiring"...get it? Seriously this is going in my faves along with everything else you write-sometimes your metaphors and similes take my breath away, they leave me wanting and craving your words. When I read your more personal pieces, I swear I feel like I am touching your heart. Your words surround me in a blanket of beauty and I never want to leave.

[Dan Bullock]

I can feel the floating of the words, the turning of the day to night and back to where it began. But that doesn't mean it's refreshed and forgotten about, it is indeed, inspiration.

So many lines I love, "loving little pink tongues' I can see in my head, ha!

Fantastic, so calm yet so precise ;)

[Inkdye]

Beautiful metaphoric bliss! What a calm quiet space to be in. Wonderful slice of essence. Thank you for your imagery and softness.

[Twilight]

Pretty good and enjoyable to read. I share most of the views as expressed in your Featured Review, by the way. Great use of imagery and metaphors.

Quite an emotive poem too.

Good luck in the contest!