Here and there, I look for for inspiration,
Something to regicate my imagination;
Something with which, I can create my impression;
Something I can use to write with precision!
I just can't seem to find it,
Not even one last little bit!
So, I may have something having writ,
Hence, I find myself having to go with grit.
I wonder my imagination come from whence?
I search for such, through my bi-spectacled lens!
I look on out the windows in search of,
An inspiration but, nothing to scoff!
I look around the room at the chairs and tables,
Maybe I'll write about long telephone cables!
I was probably entirely wrong all along;
For, Inspiration is everywhere for a song!
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Quatrains x4 of the Edge!
PoetryThese are my attempts at Quatrainx4 (16 Lined) poems! :D These poems in this group are made of mostly appreciative and some philosophical, some completely random ones!