A blinding yet warm beam-
Beams right through my window,
A gentle wind-
Blows through my curtains,
The pen in my hand so tight,
A session of deep breaths-
Yet still I lack inspiration.
I try to scream and shout –
But that doesn’t change the fact
That I haven’t anything to write about!
With the wind still in reach,
Perhaps I can be set in sails,
Perhaps I might find something –
Visualize more than it seems,
Take in a deep breath,
And journey along the inspiration stream.
Just a fraction of this Odyssey,
May be enough for me to see;
Where the inspiration stream
Meets the motivation sea,
And I may be carried along the tidal waves that form,
When I begin to brainstorm.
Perhaps I may be enlightened;
By a beam-
Reflected off the surface –
Of inspiration stream.
Perhaps it is the music;
Of these gentle flowing waters-
Perhaps that is all I need to harmonize,
With the beam through my window;
And the wind through my curtains;
in an octave of melody,
With a fine touch of
inspiration streams’ kinetic energy.
I might just find the peace and tranquility,
For a poetic piece of creativity.
And when the ink streams down from my pen,
I will write this poem-
By: Phanuel Ayelum.