A poets fertile mind never stops creating.
He is always mulling over words and phrases.
Sometimes thinking in free verse
and other times, in rhyme.
Inspirations come at any moment
and pester the conscious and subconscious
until they surface and appear on paper.
If too long a time passes
the thought may dwindle and die.
Never to return again,
or at least, not in the same manner.
The poet never knows how it will go.
He just lets the poem write itself.
Will it be a work of art?
Or will it go into the abattoir of poetic dung?
It really matters not.
The words are out on the parchment.
The pressure is off, and the mind is at ease.
Now he eagerly anticipates fresh ideas
for his next write.
Please tell me what you think
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amazing write i love the descriptions on what a poet goes through to create his poetry. Nicely done.
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