Sometimes I just sit there,
waiting to be struck,
with one poetic thought.
Other times I am struck,
with a line to my poem,
and I have nowhere,
to write it down.
Inspiration comes from,
nature and the world.
It comes from the people,
I meet,
the ones I love and hate.
Inspiration comes to me,
on its own schedule.
I do not choose to be
inspired.
When I am inspired,
I have no choice,
but to write.
