Sometimes I just close my eyes and pick a word right out <br />of the dictionary, like “Ordinary”, and start writing away. <br />Sometimes I see an old episode of “Gunsmoke <br />and I cry because Miss Kitty is dead. <br />Sometimes I see a beautiful sunset, a sparkling river, <br />an empty house, a stunning woman, an old episode of <br />“Grizzly Adams”, cause I really like those big guys. <br />Sometimes I think of God, or evil, or why we have both, or <br />a cigarette, or snow, or 911, or clouds, or cats, or dogs, or <br />the future, or the fair, or time, or where it all goes, or <br />my mother or my father or why they never loved me, or just a <br />beautiful day and how lucky I am to see it. <br />But mostly, my inspiration comes from you. <br />You are my lover and my friend, my beginning and my end.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-8/
