Like you, I query, as I must
,
are we inspired? Can we trust
that what we feel is psychic force
from loving kin or Cosmic source
who brings, through us, a desperate need
to nurture the poetic seed?
Are we inspired by a soul
who holds to Earth, in earthbound rôle,
and fashions thoughts in work or phrase
to answer our consistent pleas
where mind and pen converge as one,
till muse or rhyme is truly run?
Or do we link our own desire
to psychic sense or cosmic lyre,
and so assuage a desperate need
to plant an ever-noble seed
that furnishes what lies ahead
with joyous theme - poetic spread.
Sometimes I deem a déjà-vu
injects my mind and words accrue
to turn to spate a turgid stream
which brings fruition of a dream
where wisdommed sense in purist line
creates a scene that's most divine.
And often, when my mind is blank,
I feel a need to turn and thank
a being who, in spirit form,
may lend a hand above the norm
and activate me once again
to take my seat and lift a pen
then send my soul to that most rare
creative verse and blissful fare!
- Dave Rowan
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