when I slow down and think
when I search for a synonym.
when a sound becomes clear
when just right words pop up.
Inspiration evolves from
my experiences
my preferences
my abilities and
gradual development.
Inspiration evolves like a balloon filling with air
so that it floats above the surface of the earth to be seen,
felt, and touched until it goes higher
than I can reach but floats away
and all I remember is
its beauty but not the words
Inspiration evolves and revolves
but does not devolve and peter out
into a colourless nothingness that
makes no sense, or sound,
but paints my heart’s wishes
in pastel shades or brilliant hues.
Inspiration evolves when
I put my back into
an idea or a plan and
with elbow grease and
writer’s cramp I develop
a plan, an idea and have a project
that projects my self into the world.
Inspiration evolves in
one more piece of writing,
one more mark on the page
some that I crumple up
and toss into the trash,
others released into the sky.
“Do one thing everyday that scares you.”
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
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