The Sense of Inspiration

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THE SENSE OF INSPIRATION: Marry The Gold



The beauty of inspiration is hardly inimical. 
The might of its contagion spreads like the wildfire
of French marigolds. 

It seeks to hold the retina captive—taken hostage,
with its awestruck glamour, like a tenfold hammer, 
sizzling optic nerves piped to the brain. 

It seeks to remain, replicate its burning sunset flames
spewed out to whimsical petals—
edged and tamed by the guardrails of amber yellow. 

True healing seems to be its abiding fellow;
burning away the dross of pain, anger, and torment
of hidden sorrows. 

The true rapture of inspiration knows no tomorrow,
for the skilled nature of its artistry demands the here—
and now. 

It is an alluring shield against the precise arrows of anxiety,
deflecting the anguish of a perilous state of mind. 

If we would only labor to find, dig, for its glittering treasure,
marry the dimension of its true measure, and seek the gold—
of inspiration. 



Benjamin Thomas 



Prompt from Poeticbloomings.com