Before becoming a poet
You had no intention
For composing words
Of training that attention
And then one day
A voice you heard
Your inner Muse
With a descriptive word
You knew not the source
But the call you couldn’t resist
To follow instructions
Your Muse inside insists
There in your heart
Edit and tweak it
As the idea evolves
You can even speak it
And now it’s yours
A poem you’ve written
With the help of your Muse
Of poetry you’ve been smitten
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