Nothing comes to mind
by Mark Noad
What inspires me?
Nothing comes to mind
An empty page, blank canvas, first step
All filled with infinite possibilities.
I have no idols to worship,
no treasures on pedestals,
no heros to emulate.
Nothing is my space, my starting point, my inspiration.
An idea still to have
a story untold
lines to be draw
A tune not hummed
a taste yet to savour
corners I’ve still to turn
A day yet to dawn and
paths I’ve not walked to
beaches waiting to be combed
The unknown, undiscovered, unthought, unexpected.
Welcomed. Embraced.