Inspiration
Comes
From many sources:
A word
A sight
A sound
A colour
A memory
A flash,
Or gradual
Consciousness
Of an idea,
Sometimes
Arriving
Fully formed,
At others
Winding,
Twisting
Gathering momentum
And gaining ground
Like tumbleweed,
Forging
Ahead to a
Clear vision,
Or slowly
Building
Brick by brick
To a workable
Scheme,
Often arriving
Unexpectedly,
Without warning,
But always
With a sense
Of urgency.
This poem was prompted by yet another new project, arriving from nowhere by a combination of the above circumstances, and still under wraps…
Rambling in the Garden 
I love the way you have put these words together Cathy. And I am looking forward to seeing another new project take shape in your garden. 😃
Thank you Cathy, I know you are always kind enough to comment on my poetry
What a beautiful stream of consciousness in your poem! Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you Angie, I am glad you enjoyed reading it
You have a real gift, Cathy!
Thanks Kris, I realised it’s a long time since the last one
I like the poetic picture story accompanying your poem. The words placed like steps. Lovely.
That made me think of pencilled comments on A level English Literature texts Sandra – thank you!
Love the poem – its momentum – its everything!
Thanks Jennifer…it had been brewing for a few days…
Love your poem!
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Aw, thanks Martha
Have been missing your poems which this time made me of Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’. Maybe it’s your title. Oh I wonder what you have under wraps Cathy 😄
Hold that thought Anna. .! 😉