Inspiration

Something I wrote when I was bored and in need of inspiration; so naturally, I wrote a poem about inspiration XP Don't judge ;) 

Umm I'm really not sure about the punctuation so feedback would be really appreciated. Thanks!

Inspiration

 

The search, the famed search, for inspiration;

Tackled by every artist, every writer.

A glorious quest, for the illuminating spark,

That reveals the path to the lost, ever brighter.

One by one, bold, daring knights,

We ride out, far into unknown lands;

Driven by the desire, to find something worthwhile,

Something life changing, monumental, grand.

We are prepared, to battle the forces of writers' block,

To drive away the evil minions of despair,

So that we may find what we came for,

That stroke of genius, the answer to all our prayers.

This journey we embark on is long and difficult,

Our goal near impossible to achieve.

Yet still we ride, serious, determined,

Armed to the teeth with our unshakable beliefs.

 

But often, the search is more relaxed, playful,

Like children playing hide and seek in a field;

We run about, shouting, laughing, striving

To catch a glimpse of the wonder that is hidden, veiled.

We are thorough, leaving no rock unturned;

Checking beneath every petal of every flower;

Listening intently to every whisper of the wind;

Yet what we seek slips through our grasps like fine powder.

Look! There it is- behind the daffodils;

Wait, never mind- it's gone again.

A teasing plot bunny hopping about,

Now here, now there, causing us emotional pain.

The never ending search for inspiration;

We may succeed once, but soon will be forced to search once more.

And yet, we never tire, never give up, 

For those rare moments of genius are worth trying for.

Merlin Poem

Waves lap at my feet as I look unto those distant shores,

Avalon, shrouded in mist, floating above the waters.

Oh woe this day! When the High King of Britain passed away,

Out of this mortal world, waiting to be wakened again.
 

Until then, 'till the very hour of Albion's greatest need,

I too shall wait, tethered to the earth, for Arthur, king, friend.

Bless the day, when out of the waters he shall rise once more!

For better or worse I must endure-Merlin, warlock, friend.
 

-Emrys, immortal, destiny both a blessing and curse;

Doomed to watch, helpless, as the ones I love wither with age;

As the once mighty Camelot crumbles to dust with time;

As the world changes, our tale merely a tragic legend.
 

An entire century passes with every step I take;

Heart-wrenching memories of what had once been haunt my dreams;

Yet too well I understand everything that is at stake,

In my mind, always, the standard of Camelot still gleams. 

It may be decades, centuries, millennia, I know not,

Until to this mortal world Arthur Pendragon returns;

however long it takes, I will wait, with tears in my eyes,

hope in my heart, for the herald of a new golden age.
 

*This was based on Arthurian legend and BBC Merlin, a show I'm slightly obsessed with. ;)

The Things I'm Fascinated By

I used to be fascinated by the smallest, most insignificant things:

A shining dew drop on a blade of grass;
The bright swirls of colors on a palette;
The waves of leaves fluttering in the breeze;
All the small things that brought fond memories.

But as time ran on, it started to fade;
Responsibilities, expectations,
Began piling up, suffocating me,
And it was not long before they took over.

No longer would I pause, fascinated,
As a plump red robin burst into song;
The time, when I would stroll around all day,
Making discoveries, was long gone.

Instead I now pen myself in the house,
Merging with the chair in front if my desk
--reading, writing, studying, researching...
And I ask myself, what happened? What changed?

And then I realized, why should I change?
Why give up the things that set me apart?

I am fascinated by the smallest, most wonderful things.