Picking through collections of my old poetry, I found this little gem. Hated it so much I had to revise it. Still not in love with it, but...I don't know. Read it and tell me you either hate it or love it. Maybe somewhere in between.
Inspiration
A thought ignored is but a wisp.
Pleasant emotion dwells like a depressed shadow.
Close your eyes to the light and remember.
The taste of a favorite candy,
the aroma of a place and time long gone.
The voice of a relative having moved on
Inspiration fleeting; thoughts lost in the winds of distraction.
Unannounced,
Inspiration penetrates the obscuring distraction.
Finding comfort, giving cause to dance,
challenging us to grow.
Rediscover devices of composition.
Stretch a canvas over a dusty frame.
Play a tune on a neglected instrument
The heart swells and the mind finds vigor.
Desiring a comfortable seat,
muses beg for gratification.
Sacrifice required and given.
Read and write, write and read.
Sketch, erase, draw more.
Fear not the splatters and the smudges.
Embrace the mistakes,
learn and forge ahead.
Set a course or not,
But don't stop.