"Inspiration Lost"
Greg Budig 2021
Inspiration comes
easy when you are
blissfully unprepared.
Perfect words fill
your head and you
have no way to
write them
down.
Memory cannot
be trusted. Certain
words end up like chaff.
They blow loosely across
your neighbor's field
and are scattered
into the
dark.
Eyes closed, you
meditate to capture
the idea again.
Feverishly trying
to recreate the
vague feeling of a
strange and distant
thought.
Inspiration is as
fleeting as small
sparrows that dart
through the hedge.
Coming in from
nowhere and then
suddenly they
are gone.
Patch together
remembered words
and then blindly
fill in the gaps.
Satisfied but
knowing that the
inspiration is
sadly lost.
The End
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