Inspiration
Words, lines, complete poems
often come at night,
words in flight, here then
gone, too often fled when
one refuses to rise,
bring light to the shadows.
In the ‘tween times,
before new day has begun.
Ideas spring unbidden,
prompted by moonlight,
fueled by dreams,
or nightmares.
Great rhymes are found,
written down,
or lost,
no matter how inspired.
It’s the night shift,
poems birthed in shadow,
starlight used to burn
the words in stanzas,
each spinning on its axis,
a muse-ical nocturne.
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