As a word, it is very powerful. At least for me. When I see this word, I get ideas. To do something. Without even knowing really what. To read, to write, to draw, to create. It can be anything. Inspiration can give rise to do any task, cooking, cleaning, looking after the house; do any other routine stuff without thinking of it as a burden. To give an example; festivals inspire us to clean and decorate the house.
Sometimes observing something, inspires me to write what I like best, poetry. Inspiration can come from anything, words, nature, a person or simply from our thoughts. Major of the times, our emotions too inspire us.
Most of my stimulation for writing poetry, comes from watching people go by. Their mannerisms, their way of talking, and those small things that separate us from one another, delights me no end. The funny part is, I might not write about those but it refreshes my mind and I start to write. Most of my writings are an outlet of my creative feeling written solely for myself. But I do get instigated to write well for those who come and read and encourage me.
Love or lack of love too inspires most to write. Love in all its manifestations, can make the words come out so beautifully. Some poets thrive on love poetry, a few on rejection of it or on unrequited love.
Sometimes when nothing seems to work, when the mind refuses to function, we enthuse ourselves by giving ourselves pep talks within the mind. It works..
Last, not the least, nature is always there to motivate us with its beauty, bounty and just by being there..