The bed rock of thought
Lies in an uncharted meadow.
There it lies amongst the lillies,
Waiting for my inspiration.
Though it will take a spark
To ignite it from this pasture.
The spark is so elusive.
There is no creation without it.
Once set in motion, a thought
Is born to a life of readers.
In their minds it creates
A picture, the poets work is done.
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Jane