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Birth of a Poem

Mocking me with added pressure
I see your annoying blinking gesture
The line that waits to lead my thoughts
Tumbled freshly-born squirming tots

Like any infant much care you take
Grooming and pampering till presentable you make
Shrieking loneliness at darkest night
Now sleeping soundly at first light

Pretentious little wretch you are
Staring and taunting from afar
Just out of reach and running hard
To contain you is to cage a star

But as you grow and let me nurture
You may yet have a stable future
I know you well and my gaze is harsh and harried
See, I fear your failing for within you I am carried

My cursor leads the frantic heard
Snapping and whipping at every word
Till you are in your proper place 
And I can finally see your face

Careful inspection of every inch
Revisions, edit, poke, prod, and pinch
You’re ready now – don’t keep them waiting
Go with my blessing, no more contemplating

Now to wait the critic’s wrath
Walking down an unknown path
Lost forever will you be?
Or lifted into an effigy 
Of me?

Fear not my child, my love, my art
Your were conceived within my heart
And that will be your refuge still
Regardless of the world’s will.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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