Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I sat down to write a poem once.
I didn't know what it would be.
I shouldn't try to use words more than once,
but failed at that miserably.
So here I sit to write some verse,
not knowing how it will end.
Will it come out, as if rehearsed?
Or as the overflow of inspiration?
Despite my efforts trying not to write,
a poem has emerged. It has life.

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