Inspiration is an impulse to try something new.
A revelation that your life’s work isn’t through.
A thought that stimulates an action,
Spurring you by stimulating traction.
Arousing a notion, increasing your might,
Inspiration awakens you in the night
To new possibilities.
It’s the brainchild of capabilities.
A spark that lights a flame,
It changes the same, reorders the game,
Illuminates the path to find your muse,
Unleashing creativity without excuse.
It may come as a flash, creating a rumble,
Causing the mundane to fall and crumble,
Awakening a vision, encouraging a dream,
Inflating your diminished self esteem.
Often it’s a whim, a hunch, an insight,
An idea that seems to just sound right.
A brainstorm that threatens your complicity,
Calling you revive an old ability.
It motivates you to flights of fancy,
Soaring to heights that may be chancy,
Yet elevating you to live in rife,
And experience an enthusiasm for life!
I sat with Despair
She held my hand and led me
Into sinking sand
Where I met disappointment
Doubt and disbelief
I watched my dreams fading
And then I felt a presence
A Hand lifting and leading
Me out to a better place
A land of hope and purpose
Where the Light shines
Upon dreams making them new
A firm foundation
Where no Disses can dwell
Place full of life where
I’m building a good future
Questioning my purpose
And yet I’m going nowhere
On the treadmill of life
Need to stop and get off
That sad revolving belt
Get out in the real world
Find new paths to walk on
New voices to listen
To, and new faces to see
Realize I’m in control
Of where my feet step
I need to choose wisely
And plan future paths
The old has gone,
And the new has come.
In gladness the past go, grasp
The future and run!
Big plans and High Hopes
Past flys away like a leaf
New Year dawns again
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week#201 Prompt: Fresh
Happy New Year to all my family, friends, and followers!
Winds of change
Blowing around us
Replacing old things with new
Wafting, swirling, winds
Gilkey Covered Bridge–built in 1939–Crosses Thomas Creek near Scio, Oregon
A railroad bridge is right next to it, that used to be covered also until 1960.
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge: Week #73 Prompt: Fresh