Missed Inspiration
The best of it always comesToo fast.
By the time I've grabbed my pen it's
Already past.
So I thrash the pages with my mighty
Barbarian strokes.
You should see the looks on the faces of these
Petrified folks
Missed Inspiration
The best of it always comesSavVySam commented on Missed Inspiration
12-19-2009
12/23/2009
KtIrish commented on Missed Inspiration
12-13-2009
12/13/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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