Inspiration

Inspiration is like a paint brush

A light stroke, made in artistical novelty

Then more, to fix what need not be fixed

The painting is ruined.

Inspiration is like a bird

The more you try to catch it,

The more it flies away

Inspiration is like the wind

It runs, freely and fiercely

Like a stream by your skin

Inspiration is like a bullet train

Moving at the speed of light

If you think-

it stops.

A train of thought.

You cannot mastermind inspiration

It cannot be controlled

It is a wild animal

Never to be tamed

Never to be restrained

So,

Inspiration is like water

It flows, and ebbs, and changes

To the landscape of your mind

Inspiration is a spirit,

A faery, in flit

A tiny pair of wings zoom zoom

It is leaves blowing away in the wind

A ripple of water, across a pond

Sparkle of a gem

Song of a heart

It is there.

And then it is gone.