When I was a small child, my father gave me a set of encyclopedias to read, They were a great resource of knowledge to me, and very exciting to peruse, And through these books I develop a keen interest in Greek Mythology stories. One story which springs to mind is the story of the Muses. Nine goddesses of inspiration called Clio, Thalia, Erato, Euterpe, Polyhymnia, Calliope, Terpsichore, Urania, Melpomene; who generously give their knowledge of literature, science and the arts, for our benefit.
So, if you are writing a poem, or song; giving a creative lecture on science; or painting a picture, Just spare a thought for the Muses, and always rejoice, whenever you are blessed with the wonderful gift of inspiration.
Inspiration by Paul Featherstone
What is this invisible force, which helps us to create,
Is it purely governed by luck, or maybe simply fate,
Its names is inspiration, it teaches us, to believe,
In our skills and aspirations, it guides us, to achieve,
Dreams would amount to nothing, unless it filled our souls,
With a passion for creation, and strength to seek those goals.
It enlightens the deepest senses, has the ability to incite,
The knowledge to solve problems, to know when one is right,
To imagine ideas outside the box, and air our point of view,
Be proud of projects worked upon, and actions, which we do,
Always inspiring us to be better, to examine and explore,
On a quest to learn new things, about the subjects we adore.
It sets the mood for excitement, when planning love’s romance,
And gives us rhythm to music, and true expression to dance,
Giving the talented novelist wisdom, to write a best seller book,
Or to aid the chic fashion designer, intent on, that one off look,
For the artist it gives them vision, to work and mould the clay,
To draw and paint exquisite art, from the subjects they portray.
For some, it comes from others, so looked upon with praise,
True majors in their profession, whose skills simply amaze,
These mentors are like heroes, their example, showing the way,
To reach one’s full potential, and from that path, never to stray,
This gift at times is fleeting, like the moving tides of the sea,
As inspiration waits in the shadows, for that spark to set it free.