Job of a poet let the poems write
Get out of the way despite fright
Poems a gift from far away
For the poet writing is play

Never work no task for brain
Transcribe thoughts sun or rain
Mystery of origin readily clear
Arrives from places far and near

Poems write them self
Ask and they reflect
Seek express essence pure
Hearts’ desire wanting more

Economical words where you live
Piercing and you want to give
No longwinded verbose flowery prose
Listen heed oracle knows

Done as writer reader
Taste seems so much sweeter
Life lived close to core
Gifts experiences many more

Experience of poetry for you?

When sharing how do others respond and make you feel?

– Stewart Levine ©

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