A poem has never taken me this long to write. And it's not because I was thinking hard or deeply about it, it's just that with calls every three seconds I could hardly get any words down before the beep every time. Nothing special, but I am happy as hell I'm getting into this again. Just writing down words and seeing lines appear can be such a relaxing process! :)

Inspiration

So hard to come by

So hard to find

It doesn’t exist

In any nook or cranny

Or in any person’s voice

Does not pull you by the sleeve

And lead you to creation

It lingers in your mind

Protesting, abusing you to jot

Words down, to voice, to create,

A throbbing pulse, never letting you

Forget the idea that it’s still there

Waiting silently

Until you bring it about

Wring it from your mind

On your cello strings, your

Cursive writing, your painted hands

Signed by imagination, addressed to inspiration.