This poem is inspired by the photo linked here.
Crouched beneath, Her sad face graces The cool water falling Off the lips of the rock. Shivers and prickles takes her skin. She shudders, fingers Her neck for life. Do you see the tears In the falls who Seek to wash down Angst, and ache? Does she dare to open Her eyes to falling lips That fount her tears, to break free?
An exercise I enjoy doing for inspiration is using a photo as a muse for my poetry. If a photo catches my eye, I’ll bookmark it. Later, I’ll look at the photo noting things, colors, emotions that come to mind. Then I work through a draft of a poem; later I correct it, annotate it, and bring it to its final form: all inspired by the photo. This poem is inspired by the photo linked here. It is not my photo, so I cannot post it here without permission. Comment on how you write your some of your poetry. Do you use photos or images as muses?