My Inspiration is my Process

It starts out as a feeling 

Imperceptible at first 

This first stage is quite revealing

While the feeling becomes nursed

And then formed into emotion

Which is messy, and a pain

I observe all the commotion 

That is happening in my brain 

The next of all these phases

That I formulate inside

I write simple words and phrases

Disconjuncted and untried

And then into simple meter

My small idea becomes a thought

It has neither form nor feature

But I needn’t be distraught 

Cause now’s time for decoration 

Using phrasing, words, and rhyme, 

Go from simple illustration 

To a moment trapped in time

Once I have my piece of writing

I can let my feeling go 

There’s one more step, it’s exciting

I will type it out real slow 

Paper goes in my typewriter 

And I press each key with care 

While my heart becomes much brighter

With each line that I can share

My poem is now a concrete 

Form of the feeling that was small

And now I take the marred sheet

Then I tape it to my wall 

My inspiration is from moments

That I experience each day

Things that bring my soul enjoyment

Pain I wish would go away

People ask me how I relieve 

Or in my shell withdrawal

My heart may not be on my sleeve

But it sure is on my wall.