Lacking Inspiration Poem by Tom Billsborough

Lacking Inspiration



The Spirit drips so golden from the Still.
Persistent as a beating heart.
Oh that my words would learn the part
To be as constant as my will
To write.

Some days I look upon a page
My mind as blank, with no desire
To raise a spark to light the fire
No phrases can I forage.
O dark night.

Friday, June 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 07 November 2016

The irony of a finely crafted work of art whose subject is a lack of inspiration. Nobly done, good sir.

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Tom Billsborough 08 November 2016

Thanks, Neal. I don't think I've read any of your poems but I shall correct that omission today!

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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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