Bob Quigley Poet Rhyme

Birth of a Poem

I sit at my computer, anxious to create
Words and phrases spinning, looking for the gate
Seek freedom from the maelstrom that tosses them about
Searching for the vehicle that will let them out

At first they stand in little groups, credentials much the same
Comparing similarities, from like origins they came
I take each one, examine it, and place them in a row
Moving them and changing the places where they go

I struggle with the structure, Is it what I want to say
Does it capture the emotion that I want to convey
Did I paint a picture, did my overture succeed
Will it speak to other people when my words they read

I sit back and review again the now completed piece
Awash in my accomplishment, and relish the release
I have revealed a piece of me, and placed it in your hand
The reader is my master, your acceptance my command

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