Inspiration, that is what every poet longs for. Sometimes a steady flow of ideas if we are lucky, at other times elusive. Let the rain soak us in theme that will keep us all happy. Great piece of brevity Jacob.
A poet and inspiration are like a automobile and fuel. Neither goes anywhere without the other. The struggle to take parts of us and piece them together as poetry is always a challenge and rewarding when it is no longer a dream.
We can fill the world with billowing clouds of words hoping no one notices our verbosity which is just a minor infarction...when our intention should override the transgression committed.
And if we've done our job correctly, and we're lucky, metaphorically the audience will smile and applause will rain down...and we can bask in the glow of fame. ;>}
we will probably bask after we are dead...but at least then we might get the chance...
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thank you for your words, Ted,
j.
5 Years Ago
Most likely...and that should read "minor infraction"
although I do like 'infarction'.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..