Metapiece Poem by Parvati Pradnya

Plenty there is to see in the world,
Plenty to be inspired by
Plenty of muses flirting about,
Making me laugh, making me cry

I could say, you know
"This poem is inspired!
Inspired by a candle's glow,
the hills, the sun, the flakes of snow."

But, did this poem come to be
When I gazed, gazed, and gazed for days
At robust roses, a fathomless sea,
At starry nights, such beauteous displays!

No, I satbat my desk
with open heart and open mind,
Armed with a nib, the iron kind
Blue ink streamed
under my dictation
Onto the blank canvas

The last full stop,
and a poem was born.

[4 September,2016]