Sunday Scribblings - Inspiration

Inspiration for me is an irregular spurt

of dribbles and trickles

or gushes and rushes.

I’ve never figured out exactly why.

There is an overpowering urge

to put a faucet on it

so I can turn it on and off at will -

keep it on an even flow.

But I would miss the mystery

of wondering where it has gone -

when it will return -

if its force will be strong or weak.

I would miss the emotional stirrings

of frustration, angst, desperation, confusion, fear

that feed my creative urges

and make life really juicy.

Hm-m.