A flash,
A light comes on,
In the recesses of your mind,
All becomes clear,
A eureka moment,

A flicker of a synapse,
A blazing sun is born,
An idea,
A solution,
A wish,

When the puzzle assembles,
Ideas become reality,
Your masterpiece,
Your Adonis,
Your Mona Lisa,

A split second,
Is the cortex of creativity,
Your fulcrum,
To wield as leverage,
To pry your art from nothingness,

Even the stars up high,
Appear obscured,
By the flash of your moment,
That euphoric realisation,
There is nothing like it.

  1. Chagall says:

    So that is real. What was actual? —CC

    • Osharlequin says:

      I’m really sorry my friend, but I don’t understand what you mean. 😦

      The Oldschool Harlequin

      • Chagall says:

        You described the experience, but what did you experience – what was the actual insight, other than that you had insight? Peace. —OG Carlos

      • Osharlequin says:

        Ahh, I see. Well, I intended it to mean the general experience for everybody when inspiration or an solution strikes. However the specific occasion that spawned this poem was suddenly figuring out a way to word a particular stanza in another poem. Mundane perhaps, but I felt it warranted exploring the feeling. Thank you.

        The Oldschool Harlequin

      • Chagall says:

        Wonderful. I appreciate the good exchange. Health and safety for you and yours. —CC

      • Osharlequin says:

        Thank you kindly! Best wishes to you as well!

        The Oldschool Harlequin

  2. Your poem made me happy. I think it’s because as a writer I’m always looking for ideas and inspiration.

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