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Friday, June 01, 2018

Genesis



The poem below is my response to an important question many friends ask me about poetry.



How does a poem get to be?

Here’s the way it goes for me.


Thoughts and words dance in my brain

like whirling imps defying pain


They visit me in bed at night.

So we party until the light.


That’s how a poem seduces me

to write it down for all to see.


Those sleepless nights play a big part

in my attempt to create art.



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