Inspiration

If the search for inspiration is becoming a distraction,
then the content of the page may only represent a fraction
of verse that is achievable, so vivid, deep and meaningful;
a version of a train of thought, grammatically acceptable.

But I can’t think of much today, so please go, don’t stand there waiting;
there is no point in being here, disregard the breath you’re bating.
Perhaps divine experience will bring forth some inner passion
and allow my mind to burnish words, poetic in their fashion.

Until then I’ll resist the task, as I refuse to wrack my brain;
for writer’s block, comprising lack of thought, is pretty much the same
as monkeys wearing Shakespeare wigs, little chance that they’ll encourage
competence in composition, considering innate knowledge.

So sorry folks, there’ll be some delay, while I go forth and conquer
a mountain here, a river there, a magnificent adventure.
And once I’ve found some raw emotion, born of my latest caper,
I’ll be right back, no time to unpack, applying pen to paper!

By Alan Dickie