The originating fire of creation
Reaches into the depths of imagination
When an innovative idea is trapped
Like faraway music lost in a fog
In the distance I hear the prologue
Magical ingenuity awaits to be tapped
It lingers dormant with intention
Anticipating the flash of invention
Before it swiftly hits the mark
It slowly sets the wheels in motion
Formulating the intended notion
Fueling and working every single part
The inspiration rises to the surface
Like light with committed purpose
Deep from the subconscious and the heart
Without shape but taking form
The idea soon will be born
When suddenly there it is, the spark
Then everything falls right into place
Like good fortune and noble grace
The revelation can leave me astounded
And in that second of clarity and lucidity
Everything makes sense with simplicity
When on the spur of the moment Eureka!
I found it







The rhythm of this piece is nice.
I like the first two lines, it’s like you can put it on a loop.
Beautifully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian