Once in a blue moon,
I hear or see something that inspires,
And obliges me to write again.

So, I reach up, and pull down,
Some of the words,
That are floating above me.

And I try to make it better, for us.
Sometimes, all the stars are aligned,
And a poem is born.

Other times I fail,
And the clichés must depart,
But choose to remain behind,
To mock me instead.

By: ElRoyPoet © 2018