Let apples brown on your counter
even as flies descend for the feast,
and your wet laundry ripen in the washer
long after the odor singes your nostrils;
fret not if your bills remain unpaid
and collectors pound on your door;
when the artistic spirit visits.
Creative inspiration follows no timeline,
waits not for a break in your schedule−
for you to wash your hair, fix your makeup,
nor does it excuse procrastination,
reserving introspection for a more convenient time;
it beckons for a blink and a flash,
if unanswered, wanes then vanishes
taking with it a piece of your essence.
Like untended seeds that shrivel and fade,
wasting fertile ground,
individual expression must be watered with passion
to leave its footprint on the universe;
so pick up your pen, brush, guitar, knife, camera,
and forget the world outside.
Create with abandon, giving your art wings
to soar in its uniqueness.