Inspiration
Entered in Miranda's contest "Inspired"
Written by Joyce Johnson 6/20/11
Whenever I sit at my processor,
I pull words right out of the air.
I search this empty head of mine
and they do not come from there.
Sometimes they appear with my mama’s voice
or that of my long lost son.
It seems the poems have been composed
before they have begun.
I recognize my mama’s voice,
her words are love and light.
My son’s come with a message and
he wants to get it right.
I have tried the pen and paper way
and often receive a thought
that sends me to my keyboard
before the words are wrought.
Working in the garden or
sitting quietly at the beach
I hear as words try to get through
but they are beyond my reach.
Give me the electronic wonder
and keyboard at finger tips.
I’ll record their words for you
her metaphors, his quips.
Some days so many voices
are trying to get through,
they use me as translator
to get them heard by you.
Then there are time my fingers type
a brand new line or two.
I realize it’s mine alone.
I’ve written it for you.
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