Work In Progress

WORK IN PROGRESS Why wait for a muse to get inspiration When the words are there in your head If not in the brain, perhaps in the heart As seat of emotion and passionate drive Where all feelings must escape to thrive Creativity fails if reliant on concentration Try detachment and an open mind instead Ideas always find you, they need no chart For that special connection one must strive And free thinking can keep that hope alive New ideas may emerge from recreation Some fly away, others are heavy as lead But capture and nurture is a good start With no limits to depths one may dive For old and dusty words one can revive Short term memory loss is an aberration And rapid recovery may work as is said But it is like pulling all the strands apart Yet creative success can suddenly arrive Much better than what fate can contrive Any finished written piece brings elation Despite the stamina meter dial in the red Yet celebratory drinks can taste a bit tart Was it your own work or that of the hive As there’s still no good rhyme in line five