Inspiration

I don’t know where that poem came from. Sometimes I get frustrated because I have nothing to write. Short stories, novels, poetry, songs – I write all sorts of stuff, but it seems like the inspiration hits when I least expect it, when I’m not thinking about writing. And when I try to write something, when I want to write something, it seems like that’s the time when I cannot write anything at all. My muse has a sick sense of humor. The last two poems I wrote for Erin were written at work. Today, and once when I was in the middle of a Lotus Notes migration at Campbell’s Soup, back in 1999. I used to write a lot of poetry, but it seems like my muse has been quiet. Plus, a lot of the poetry I’ve been writing lately is in the lyrical form. Ah well, I guess I should be grateful that I got this poem today. I liked it. (-: