PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Strange, sticky, fragrant juice

Spills onto me from a cloudless sunny sky

Suddenly my dull mind overflows with ideas

Like water through a recently unclogged drain

I realize that heaven is having its way with me

My mind tingles with thoughts sent from bored angels

Amusing themselves with a poet’s mind

I’m showered in their oversweet wine

One flies past me and giggles

Then I hear a voice, find myself in a twisted hammock,

And ponder whether it was a dream

Then I see the regal purple stains

On my yellow t-shirt

I fix the hammock and return to sleep

For poets thrive on divine inspiration