Inspiration
It isn't so simple, the question of what inspires me
For inspiration is not something one can posess as their own, rather
It is earned, as a reward for the absorption of information that may come to us in various ways.
It is a way for one to create their own story by listening to the stories of others.
For inspiration is never random or spontaneous,
It is like one's own Frankenstein's monster, crudely constructed from bits and pieces of knowledge not always of known origin
Sub-consciously scraped from the furthest depths of one's retaining memory.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.