Inspiration
I sit beside a babbling brook and feed the conversation...
While listening to its sly reply and dwell in rumination.
The consonants o'er river rocks, with vowels begin to jumble...
And soon the metaphorical...with similes will tumble.
My mind begins to understand...articulate, the water.
I think my meds are kicking in...or maybe it's just hotter.
The brook is babbling...so am I...and so, the Muse...I leave...
And homeward now, my creaking bones...as up the bank, I weave.
By - Black M
Source - hellopoetry
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Very nice poem! Interesting take on inspiration. Your usage of words like 'rumination' and 'articulate' is very appealing and engaging. Well done, and thank you for sharing!
PS: If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too. :)