Inspiration, imagination - this lost generation

Newbury MA

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...sigh. So: I feel a bit lost. And that's going around, I suppose, in this odd age we are enduring. Poetry that used to spring to my mind, flow through my fingers, and wander across the world is... missing. Words seem dull, clumsy, the keyboard an awkward tool - the pen cutting skin instead of paper. Sometimes, a stranger, a new voice, mind, imagination inspires where nothing else will do. Could it be you? Would you be a muse, a partner in creation with this weary man? I can promise you poetry, in turn - lyrics for you to sing, to keep the darkness a bit brighter. Here's me: mid-lifed, creative, an urban heart in a suburban spot, a wanderer in an age where wandering is a danger. A handsome-enough stranger, who's hoping for a inspiration from a heart that moves in unique rhythms...