Inspiration

Poem on inspiration I wrote six years ago. My how time flies!

Inspiration, you have a different name from day to day. Sometimes you are gone at play. When I need you, you've gone away. It's difficult that you can have your say, but I can't. You are whimsical - you come faintly, you come in waves. You come like a forty-day flood, and inundate. I can't keep up. You're apocryphal; you're stuck up.

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[A.marie.speaks]

"You come like a forty-day flood, and inundate." Great lines; great poem. I can totally relate.