When an inspiration, comes to a poet,
Usually, they have to make a note, or start writing,
Often the thought can quickly fade. When a true idea arrives,
The words are right there, like a dream, feelings, emotions,
You’re living the thoughts, expressing them as you write on paper,
That day.
Nothing is for certain, you can start writing about one idea,
Then one word can lead you another way, you bring them,
Together, as you approach that unknown ending, you have,
No idea how the last line will lay. Many times you start,
And the mental well goes dry, nothing sounds right,
Or flows, just get up, leave it for a second try.
The last couple lines, you like to complement the, the rest,
A decision, how many verses, a long or short read,
The thoughts can still be flowing, in your mind, you the writer,
Decides, the end, time to stop, and let it be.
The original: Tom Maxwell © 02/09/2023 AD
