Birth of a Poem
BIRTH OF A POEM
Some poems feel like old friends
Not seen for a long while
When they appear as if from nowhere
At just the right time,
Familiar, effortless, patiently waiting
To be called into my company again,
The words on their lips, the lines on their faces
Need only be transcribed on to paper.
It seems these poems were already formed inside me
Like a unknown pregnancy
Grown from seeds of ideas long ago
Gestating with life’s experiences over the years -
The heat of passioned anger long forgotten,
The eviscerating cold of isolation, now thawed,
Moulded them to be born at just the right time -
They are the image of me.
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