It’s a writer prison when inspiration
Has left, never can we predict how long it will take to return.
But when inspired there’s no stopping it
And no warning it wants to be free
You jump up to find a pen and paper, making notes, to use later
Because a poet knows how quick
It can get lost and that is it!
I have to meet a poet yet
With a past of ease
A poet is blessed with many hard life lessons
We are life smart and we are masters of the heart.
We can play with words, inspired by the heart.
We can write about feelings and
we can make you feel it.
We can seek the hidden meanings of words not written in sentences read.
Poets are artist of the heart
And keepers of the Soul.
To give meaning to tales not yet told.


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