A Poem about Poetry.
People often ask me where I get my inspiration
I tell them I don’t know, but probably my imagination
Some days it can be easier, I just go with the flow
While others are more of a struggle, it’s difficult to know…
Lack of expression can often be so frustrating
Really annoying and even downright irritating
The vision forms, but the words just won’t appear
They shimmer for a second but then vanish and disappear
The gift of words can be hard to accept
And come tumbling in, when we least expect
And whisper annoyingly at the edge of our mind
Hinting at memories both hurtful and kind
Are they wishes or are they dreams
Telling one’s story in words and in scenes
Of the places we’ve seen, the faces we’ve been
And everywhere and everyone in between
Coloured by our experience and the roads we have travelled
Like knots untangled and riddles unravelled
Of things that once were and yet to be
This to me, is poetry.
C, Denis Murphy 05 November 2019.