Thursday, 3 May 2012

Where Poems are born

Poems are born conceived by inspiration and emotion
who drew together to form a holy combination.
This song is unique to me secretly heard from behind
every day is a brand new poem I see in my mind.
My journey begins not when the sun rises 
it ends not when the sun falls down.
So long as wind lives inside my temple I'll pen
every experience under the sun is a poem.
It dont take long to write this sacred word,
I close my eye then a voice is heard
he whispers softly some old hidden memories
or wisdom cries gently, bringing tears to victories.
Suddenly, my brain forms images
like weather my mood changes
completely still I remain.
I Focus and push rapidly the stroke of a pen
paper thoughts racing faster than the feet of men
here, there, everywhere, are bits and pieces of them.
Its all confusion, I say let there be light!
and there was a light shining so bright!


Then things fall together  like a puzzle making sense
I read my poem  line by line for confidence
Its amazing how a new poem is formed in mind,
created sweetly from a writers voice
begining to end for a  poets choice.

Mythical_Poet@work of art
draft 1

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