I’ve often said
Poetry lives within us all
But from within
Some don’t hear the voice that calls
We listen to our hearts
For our inner voice to speak
We write down the words
Here and there a little tweak
Our efforts may prompt a smile or two
Landing us in the spotlight
But it’s not the glory we seek
And glory is not why we write
The source of our words
Certainly from deep within
Carried outwardly on conveyer belt
The inspiration for a poem to begin
Poetry is about listening and speaking
All through your heart
Where it goes to and comes from
That’s how poetry got its start
Fear not the eventual writer’s block
Sooner or later, it’ll visit you
With patience the words will come
And you’ll be a poet too
I’m no more a poet than you
Maybe just farther along
For time is the real poet
Weaving the tapestry of a life’s song
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