Inspiration
It is there in every shadow,
Every rippling little wave
In the crippling injustices,
That human beings, enslave
In the pageantry of nature,
As it lays it props about
In the silent, starless night,
Inspiration can still shout!
It isn't what is said or done
But oft times what is not
The pen can wax poetic
At what others have forgot
It is how it strikes the fancy
-It is not for me to say
It’s the fates, the Gods, the follies
That steals my will away
Inspiration is the master
And the pen its willing aid
I but the unlearned scribe
In the bargain that was made.
For the words are given to me
By some phantom entity
And I marvel when it’s written
It’s been plagiarized by me!
By Sandy lee
© 2012 Sandy lee
(All rights reserved)
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