Sitting under the stars,
Or the flowing shower.
Inspiration comes not,
In areas, particular.
It comes in a moment,
And goes in another.
Inspiration is derived,
Not from the soul's chamber.
But from the chamber of life,
That has seen truth and fiction.
That has known love and hate,
And has concealed all within.
And inspiration is exposing,
That which my life has concealed.
And to tell the world all,
This heart has felt, can feel.
Hear ye hear, my life's story,
Of truth, fiction, and of beauty.
Author notes
Written May 30th, 2006
A contest entry
- What inspires you... by Nanette.
300 points, ended May 31, 2006, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yes, that is inspiration. I think this piece felt a little empty though. It was very simple. White text would help too.
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Very Good
I really enjoyed this write, it is very well thought out and so true of many of us, well done! -
Thank you. This is well written and you connected with the contest. I've got my work cut out for me :-)
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