Sorry, there’s no inspiration here.
There’s deliberation and cursory reviews,
some light criticism and cynical observations,
and heaping servings of borrowed thoughts
(even some regurgitated pulp from
dated, unconnected ideas written years ago).
But no insightful pronouncements,
no brilliance, no profundity.
Sorry, there’s been no epiphany today.
There’s only scribbles and lifted quotes
dropped onto a page, tied together with phrases
arranged by a harried, unknowing magpie.
Here we have the results of a curious bird
flitting out every morning in search of
those prized musings to put the absurdity of
our human lot into some kind of appreciable order.
Supposedly, if you comb through this feathered nest
long enough, you will find a trinket or coloured stone
that will cause you to pause, delight your senses, or better:
provide you with a glimpse of the possible and the good.
– Chris George, January 2014
