Inspiration

Just some thoughts on the illusive nature of inspiration

Inspiration's an illusive thing--- It comes and goes; It wanes and springs. It floats upon imagined wings--- It hides at times and then it sings. Just when it's not a welcomed guest, It wakes the mind to some new quest And keeps the night from bringing rest As if it's some unwanted test. Alas, who am I to complain? I live for inspiration's pain. What better moments can I spend than those that inspiration lend! By Sharon Miller Bolander © 2015  (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Norman 223]

Inspiration can sometimes come at such inopportune times - just when you can't find a pen. Inspiration then
becomes frustration. But as your poem reminds us, there is no gain without pain.But you have phrased it so much more eloquently:-)

[charlie]

A great poem about inspiration and its inflictions

[A. Amos]

This is one interesting write, and the end was essence of your deep and meaningful poetry

[Misery]

Perfect!
Spot on and well said, dear poet. Your inspiration on 'inspiration' is...inspiring.