Inspiration’s BestFor 30 days I have written
The poetry bug I’ve been bitten.
Daily prompts I’ve often followed,
Some with self-consciousness swallowed,
That Robert Brewer, and Napowrimo suggested
And Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay requested.
As time now runs out
A final poem I must put out
A word-smithed collection
Of impromptu inspiration.
The clock ticks down
But no words are found
So, I end as I been trained,
In speech it has been ingrained,
To finish with a summation
Of my best lines of inspiration.
- Her angelic touch imprinting a memory
- A permanent record of a living child, a survivor
- Yet petitioning prayers yield heavenly hints
- Then with each thrust of the wrist
- My heart is still going. I didn’t die during the night.
- If I could be me, I would speak.
- I give you virtue – to manifest humanity.
- Replanted row by row in scratched out soil.
- While placing offerings of food and water.
- Go skinny dipping with friends.
- While prayers echo off the walls
- The ridges and edges of a lover’s moistened skin
- Another 30 minutes. 30 minutes -30- ###
- Her fair cented heir flowing down to teas the heels of her fete.
- I fear that if you don’t take care, dear Jab.
- She stays up ‘til 2 or 3 – but only when it needs to be.
- A sister missionary posted a thesis on our door
- But instead, he is really quietly brilliant.
- Vaulting under timbers, swaying restfully.
- Searching skies for asteroids, astronauts, and airplanes.
- Who’s music sheets contain long periods of rest
- The clay castles in the concrete jungle have kept me busy.
- I love potatoes, but not microwaves.
- Horning in on flocks of hornbills at a watering hold.
- You are my Parthenon, my Basilica, … I am your Ponte Vecchio, your David.
- May I enter your courts with thanksgiving, shouting joy and praises to thy name?
- He knew me.
- Moments of meditation, mediation by modestly moving our minds.
- When little ones give gifts of dandelions or partial bites.
- A word-smithed collection of impromptu inspiration.