All inspires (and expires) poetry.

TALENT

I've never been a shrewd reader

used to dance and play

was a famous paint artist

in the writing I risked way

Forgive my bold tone

when writing intimacy

hoping to be able

to print identity

Maybe had the dexterity

or naïve ability

with modest wit

for to act with subtlety

I write with my hands

the misadventures of fate

following the pure instincts

to the good job made

It's not about what you saw

nor what it feels like

but it's give an indigo tone

to the indulgent dark

Strong one who shakes

by realizing clear intent

to express with simple tastes

what flows from the heart extent

For everything becomes poetry

with rhyme right and combination

even with the eyes poverty

good intention is what is creation