9 May 2012
Looking for inspiration, was a hard task for me. I was thinking as hard as thinking goes, to where he might be.
I looked under my bed and inside my closet. Was he there?. Of course he wasn't.
I sat in a chair, feeling quite glum. Maybe inspiration would never come.
Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed above my head. At last! My inspiration wasn't dead!. I merely had to look and find, the sources that he hid behind.
A tree blowing in the wind, a cats meow, and soft white clouds. Endless ideas came pouring out. I picked up my pen and began to write, that turned out to be a very good night.
So there you have it, this poem is proof, that you'll never go astray. Because believe me when I say that Mr.Inspiration, is never far away.
-R.W.
Mr.Inspiration • Opuss № I