Fickle Inspiration

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Fantasy Inspiration

I see the trinkets that surround me

But do I really see?

These are so precious to me

They inspire and capture my creativity

But not today

I have no words to say

But those that get in the way

My inspiration does not shine

In silence I seek the divine

And all will be well in time

My Annie doll will speak her mind

And tell me of her trip from Ireland

When she came alone to Ellis Island

The castle will sing its tune, the dancer spinning

And a new story will be beginning

To weave its way into my soul

The faerie pixie will rise and flow

Through ancient dreams and glowing scenes

Dancing on the sun’s rays, amidst the colors of the rainbow

The Kindle will light with fire: reds and yellows; golds and blues

I’ll slip on my glasses so I can see true

The beautiful forests and haunted hills

I’ll experience thrills and wills and chills

As a new world comes alive inside my brain

Some of you may think me insane

As the keyboard beckons and calls my name

Not all the words have gone up in flames

I just had to write them to know their game

Of hide and seek, catch me if you can, find me if you dare

The words will scatter unless you show them you care.

NOW THE STORY LOST IN TIME…

HAS RETURNED TO SPARKLE AND SHINE!

Deborah A. Bowman

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11 thoughts on “Fickle Inspiration

    1. I was in the hospital for a week. Now recovering with mega doses of antibiotics from Staph infection, courtesy of the hospital. Weak and tired. Just starting to pull things together … again. Hope to regain the real world soon! I’m bored, dear friend. Lol 💜

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      1. Oh Deb! I hear way too many stories about people catching infections in hospitals, so frightening. I hope you’re once again on the mend. As for bored? I don’t think I’ve ever been bored since I became a writer, lol. So much to read and write about. Get yourself busy again. 🙂 ❤

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  1. I tried to like this, but WP is being weird. I especially like the closing lines:
    As a new world comes alive inside my brain
    Some of you may think me insane
    As the keyboard beckons and calls my name
    Not all the words have gone up in flames

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