Inspiration stream (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

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’m blank.

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-

Over again………..

By: Phanuel Ayelum.