Where are the words when I want
them? If I close my eyes and rest
my head back, they float through
my mind like so many soap bubbles.
Bubbles that pop, splashing my face
with impudence. It could a word,
maybe two; a whole sentence,
strung out with no end in sight. It’s
then I realize I’m trying too hard
and need to let them rest, or pop, or
be carried away by a squirrel in need of
a story. It’s like so many other things,
I don’t always get what I want.
“Don’t waste time waiting for inspiration.
Begin, and inspiration will find you.”
~ H. Jackson Brown Jr.
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