Inspiration (Page 5)

Stressed businessman (Image: Nopphon Pattanasri)

Having moved on, I remained
caught between obligation and fear.

Worn, weary hands now empty.
Inspiration sifted, removed by the wind.

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A garden of purple, pink, and white sweet pea flowers beside a trellis, with a single red rose blooming among them.

The beauty of a rose,
wrapped tight within the vines,
upon my trellis waiting,
just waiting for her time.

Bursting open, petals stretch
unto the light of day.
Exploding colors all around,
for Spring has come to stay.

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Out of tune and out of time. An old, broken-down piano with well-worn keys was found abandoned in a derelict Irish farmhouse.

Why do we employ pen and paper
or, having been given words,
dutifully put them to rhyme?

Why do we apply oil to canvas,
or form a masterpiece
with not but sound?

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Image Credit: "A boy in a superman costume runs across the green field at sunset" by megaalex11590

Heroes stand tall,
for those who feel small,
lifting their spirits to the sky.

Lost courage regained,
we move past the pain,
never again asking why.

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