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Birth Of A Poem
Birth Of A Poem
by Londis Carpenter
copyright (c) 2000--all rights reserved
An empty page is looking back at me
Pristine and white, with virgin purity!
I stare for moments; sometimes wait for hours
While words like seeds sprout into lovely flowers.
Then words emerge creating spot and blemish
Raping the page, marring its unspoiled face.
A rhyme spews forth, once concealed from my pen
Framing word patterns hidden in the grain.
New images I never could invent
Slowly began transforming my intent.
Now on this page a story will unfold
Birthed by a muse for readers to behold.
My mind will edit gold my heart has spun
And rape its purity by mode and pun.
My final draft I haltingly surrender
Trusting that it retains the muses tender.
Moments elapse as I capture the rhyme.
The meter and the tempo take more time.
The poem that sprouts forth I call my own
Is really but the vestment of a loan
Though poems oft are born of inspiration
Seldom can they escape manipulation.
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