A Thought

I dabble in writing and poetry every once in a while. I'm not good at it,  and I'm definitely not consistent about it. I am very artsy about it and only write when the mood strikes. But every once in a while I'll come up with something that strikes my fancy. I ran across this on my computer when I was looking up an old story to share. (It was about dragons and little boys... but it will have to wait for another time. ) I rarely throw away a writing because I never think they are good until later, but enough from me. You be the judge of whether you read it or pass on to something new.

A Thought

by Sarah Perry

Young thoughts so eager and immature,

Dancing here and there across my mind.

It twists and expands, reaches and explores,

There is no stopping it's demand for attention.

They age and mature by just a fraction,

Adding a little here and cutting back great expanses' there,

Refining, tuning, understanding.

But a wall has built itself against the final reasoning,

A wall between it and believing.

For a while all is set aside, almost forgotten,

Lying deep within its realm - sedated and in solitude,

But never dying.

A jostle, a bump of remembrance brings him back to life,

The wall somehow looks smaller, the thought so much matured.

Is this the key to believing?

Has it been sitting so prominently all along?

So near to my understanding?

The key fits.

I understand.

The thought - complete.

What do you do for inspiration? What makes your creative juices flow? How do you outsource your creativity?

Sarah