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. 

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