Need Some Inspiration?

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Lately I've been careening through life on two wheels and honestly am flat-out running on empty. And I'm likely not the only one. Anyone else need a little kickstart out there?

I have several go-to places when I need my inspirational tank filled. Today I'll share one of them with you. Ever read any Carl Sandburg? Best poet of all time, in my humble opinion. I love to crack open The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg and just peruse. So come along with me. Grab a cup of java and/or tea of your choice, sit back, and enjoy a few word combinations that only the great one could pen.

Disclaimer: Sandburg's poems don't rhyme and they aren't always pretty. I like them because his words make you think.

STREET WINDOW
The pawn-shop man knows hunger,
and how far hunger has eaten the heart
of one who comes with an old keepsake.
Here are wedding rings and baby bracelets,
Scarf pins and shoe buckles, jeweled garters,
old-fashioned knives with inlaid handles,
watches of old gold and silver,
old coins worn with finger-marks.
They tell stories.

PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR
It's a lean car
a long-legged dog of a car
a gray-ghost eagle car.
The feet of it eat the dirt of the road
the wings of it eat the hills.
Danny the driver dreams of it when he sees women in red skirts and red sox in his sleep.
It is in Danny's life and runs in the blood of him,
a lean gray-ghost car.

FIRE LOGS
Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,
and the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.