‘Tis with a trusting heart
Upon a poet’s ear I lean
Cause they’re the only ones
Who really know what I mean
Like on a conveyor belt
From somewhere deep within
Words destined for poetic birth
Incubation complete and penned
Quite often I’m stopped in my tracks
To me, a thought occurs
Suddenly my mind on alert
With the onslaught of words
“Quick,” said I
“Must write that down”
For in the blink of an eye
It’ll be gone without a sound
Especially in the early morn
How the words seem to flow
Like a swift moving river
To the page it goes
So to you
My sisters and brothers
We’re all poetic siblings
From diverse mothers
A common gift we all share
Respect for the written word
Notions of beauty and wonder
Deep in the heart we heard
With persistence we’ll
Stay up late at night
Or wake from the dead of sleep
All for the privilege to write
I salute you all
Poets of MPS
May your pens never run dry
And your muse never digress
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