Poem of Creation
The greatest poem ever written,
The one unpublished yet! Unread!
The poet, fully aware
The hand frozen in mid air
The unmarked page waits anxiously…
The ward ready to declare
The voice speaks excitedly
Let there be light!
The pen begins to write…
And many years later,
Into the heart of that poem
All look and see nothing! Then wonder,
What had really been written!
Michael
Copyright © Michael Quinn | Year Posted 2015
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