How does a poem have swelling emotion?
How can it reach to the depths of my being?
How can they take just a pitiful notion
Write it with care to a poem that's breathing?
How can mere words form a rhythm of beauty?
How do their tho'ts spark a fire of duty?
Here is the answer, the pen of a master
Gifted to shout or to quietly whisper.
~ For the contest, Poetry About Poetry. Second Place.
~ Written January the ninth, 2013