Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

How Do the Great Poets Find Inspiration

What do the great poets think
  When they are spilling their ink
Please do not ask me, I wouldn't know
  My every stanza a river of woe

How do the great poets find
  Inspiration within their minds
I really haven't a clue
  My ideas get stuck in queue

What do the great poets do
  When the rhythm and flow isn't true
Once again, I'm at a total loss
  ~ Time for another cup of the sauce

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M. L. Kiser August 13, 2020 at 5:00 PM I know a portraitist who paints magnificent nudes, but he has to be smashed to do it. Perhaps the sauce has it's benefits? Gershon Wolf August 13, 2020 at 6:02 PM Perhaps... Let's see. He is drinking tomato sauce? lol. Perhaps with a little 200-proof vodka squirted in 'just 'because.' Only one question: Do the models actually have to take off their clothes? --- or does the portraitist 'see them just fine' without that little technicality?! lol. :) gw

Kenneth Cheney August 12, 2020 at 1:30 PM I think I shall start referring to my sauce as inspiration. Just one more wee dram of inspiration before bed. Gershon Wolf August 12, 2020 at 7:00 PM How about wee-wee dram?... lol. Thanks, Kenneth! :) gw

Darlene De Beaulieu August 12, 2020 at 11:41 AM Hello Gershon Wolf, I know some of my inspirations come to me in dreams. Some from else where. Also other places. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu August 13, 2020 at 6:00 AM Hello Gershon Wolf, You are welcome my friend. Enjoy your day my friend. Gershon Wolf August 12, 2020 at 7:01 PM Some of my inspirations come from you and other poets too! Thanks, Darlene! :) gw

Jenish Somadas August 12, 2020 at 2:54 AM Now I'm at a total loss.. A great poet is confused on his own inspiration.. lol.. Gershon Wolf August 12, 2020 at 6:56 PM Huh? What? Where's a great poet? I don't see a great poet. Did Aditi Mishra just walk in the room. Your comments are just over my head, I guess.... Thanks, my friend. Nice of you to say such kind words about me. :) gw

Caren Krutsinger August 12, 2020 at 12:08 AM The ending is pretty clear; even though I had forgotten that we ever called it that. Smirk. Smirk. Gershon Wolf August 12, 2020 at 6:43 PM Saucy comment, Caren! Perhaps you've forgotten about the usage of 'sauce' --- now that you're hooked on weed!! lol. Remember: Don't eat the yellow snow, and don't smoke the dandelions!! Smiles, Gershon

Timothy Mcguire August 11, 2020 at 9:23 PM I like Gershon! Gershon Wolf August 12, 2020 at 6:41 PM How about another two cups of ye olde sauce, my friend? ~ 12-Step Sammy

Evelyn Judy Buehler August 11, 2020 at 7:45 PM Tee hee! So witty and amusing. I loved this poem, which simply couldn't be about you, Gershon. Gershon Wolf August 11, 2020 at 9:09 PM Ha, ha! I love the subtle way you expressed your understanding so perfectly, Evelyn -- that, in fact and of course, it was all about me!! lol. Seriously, thanks for not gloating or rubbing it in!! Appreciated. :) gw