His laugh sparked music in my soul,
His eyes, a heady fire;
The very way he walked around
Filled my heart's desire.
I never wracked my mind of words
Until I realized
My friend inspired me to dream
Of worlds and loves disguised.
I modeled people after him;
Inspire me, he did.
My art grew better with him there,
But in my heart it hid.
Stories bloomed and poems burst
And songs began to sing;
My friend still does not know that he
Inspired everything.
But soon I noticed he was changed--
My friend was not the same.
His manner, voice, no longer fanned
My roaring writing flame.
We grew apart, we grew away
And haven't spoken since;
That things can return as they were
To me, you can't convince.
So nowadays, he's not my friend;
No longer does he see
That in my dreams, he still belongs,
He once inspired me.
Without him, I could never write;
My pages would be bare.
That he had always been my muse
He'll never be aware.
My inspiration changed and grew,
No longer needed him,
And just like me, it looked instead
Beyond the dark and grim.
The pain is gone, the wisdom stays:
My muse is not one soul.
The world must now inspire me;
My fate it must control.
Author notes
It's funny: this poem is about how someone's NOT my inspiration anymore... and guess what inspired it? (lol!)
A contest entry
- What Inspires You? by honorable mention.
726 points, ended April 4, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Does it flow well? Could you feel the emotion?
Comments
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this is amazing!
i love how this is written in such a yoda-ish way w/ reversed phrases such as "My fate it must control". that gives all the more meaning to your words.
i have so many reactions to this that i can't seem to get them all out so i'll just tell you that i'm awed by your words. Keep On Writing!
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I could only guess Loved the write. Romantic in some way, but a very sweet write.
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Amazing!
Oh wow! The poem flowed very well; usually I can't keep myself concentrated enough to read anything beyond 20 lines or so but this was truely amazing. In some poems the rhymes seem a little cheesy; in this it's perfect. I'm almost completely positive you'll win, it fits the contest and it's a good story and a nice read. Good luck.
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