A Poet’s Soul

A poet’s soul burns for words to bubble up
Overflow onto a blank page
Unwind each line from a rolled ball of yarn
That has been tucked away for later use
A poet’s poem forms under careful care
Cradled like a baby until finish,
It takes off to new places
But comes back when called;
A poet revises it,
Makes it stronger than ever
Poet smiles again
Watching revised version takes to skies


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