Well, we've had spring break and are back in the saddle, so to speak. Here's a poem I came up with....


Inspiration
You watch in envy as the little bug attacks everyone around you,
And suddenly they have their heads bent over a word-covered page,
A piano, a basketball, a half-made scarf.
You wait anxiously, shifting side to side,
Screaming silently for that little pest to bite you,
To infect you too with this blazing fury.
All you need is a purpose, a reason, a motivation
to start you off - you'll do the rest.
It's just the pail of cold water you need to get yourself out of your
Oh so warm bed.
And this is how you've lived your miserable life,
Waiting for inspiration to strike.....
But it's waiting for you,
And all you have to do is relax to receive this little bug.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~