Life inside a constant imaginary cloud.
From which, each day, I lasso inspiration down.
The temptation is there to collect with a net.
But, random rope wrangles with destiny; I’d bet.
And, what a great way to begin a piece of work.
Inspired freeform, no prompt; with bottled lightning perks.
I oft wake up to mystery verse scribed in the night.
I hope that I wrote them & not a changeling fright.
Wherever it comes from, I’m nothing but grateful.
Without words & art…my expression’s not tasteful.
L.B.Stowe 