How does one get inspired by dog poop littering the street
or by wearing a multi-coloured jumper?
Who latches on to every word on street corners
or sucks from every symbol they see?

Some wear jewellery; some tell its story
plain to the ordinary eye; a muse to the creative.
It was just a couple holding hands, sharing a kiss
And a poem is formed.

How does your mind work?
How do you get your inspiration?
What’s your creative process?
Do you know now?

The downside to inspirations…
it comes at odd times.
On the road or in your bed
the mind works like a clock.

And now?
I’m inspired to write a poem about my inspiration
because inspirations births inspirations

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