An Act Of Creative Disappointment

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I sit and I look at my keyboard,
That world of words unexplored,
The umbilical cord to my computer,
All else completely ignored.

I stare at those magnetic keys
As they draw me into their world;
And so often to start I just freeze,
Before slowly ideas are unfurled.

As enlightenment slowly is born
My fingers react to my brain;
At their touch then the words will emerge,
A true feat of legerdemain.

Every jot, every tittle I fix;
The whole keyboard is hot to my touch.
Then I look at what I have written –
Do I like it? – No not very much!

The Birth Of A Poem

[ Prompted by Davy D’s recent question on the GoDogGo Cafe website, entitled . . .    ‘Are You A Poet?’  ]

 

Poetry Breathe Life

THE BIRTH OF A POEM

 

Generated from the furnace
Of a fervent mind
A poem defines itself
As a jewel
Precisely cut
Precious and lustrous
Poised above a ring of gold
Encircling thoughts
And reflecting
In its faceted faces
Feelings and emotions
Otherwise ill-expressed

The poet
The visionary
Frames the template
Bringing life to contemplation
Substance to inspiration
A peasant in the fields of the imagination
Cultivating conceits
Ideas and concepts
Labouring at the word-face
Crafting thoughts into expressed truths
Weaving feelings into reasoned words
Bringing all to fruition in
The gemstone of creativity

 

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