Sometimes a poem arrives unbidden
You’re simply minding your own business
And in it barges unrequested.

On other occasions you start to write
And hunting with your pen you stumble
Over it’s fully formed treasures.

And sometimes you have to fight for it
Like Jacob, refusing to let go
Of it until you receive its blessing.

Inspiration is a slippery thing…
(04.12.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
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