Sunday, April 9, 2023

birth of a poem

how is a poem born
from free floating thoughts that we 

I pick up a  leaf 
it gifts me a poem 

 I need to catch my fluttering thoughts
Tie them up with a rubber band and say 
Ha, got you!
Then pick out the ones that matter
One by one,
String them together 
Weave a necklace of dreams with weight and beauty
Wear it proud
    

when thoughts are all  have 
and I don't know what to do with them
I write them down and they morph
into poems 
sometimes still born but at least born

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