Inspired by Pen and Watercolour at Work

When we cannot name

Do not write

Or know

A new song

Played by one we like

As with moonlight guidance

Poor on phones

But undying in my mind

So much sweeter to the memory

Ineffably different is what luck

Places in our hands

Sweetened in our heads

Treasured in eternity.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

I wrote this at lunch, and the inspiration came clearly seeing some of the creative people in a new circle. Ask after creativity wherever you can; it’s a gentle guide to you.