Life of a Poet
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
- Constance La France
Life of a poet is a life of words
Some written, some unwritten
They flow out like a gentle cascade
Rhyme and rhythm and thoughtful verse
Come bidden or unbidden
Fluidity in motion is a poet's life
A prelude to words unsaid
Some formed, some unformed
Together they fuse and make it happen...
Poems come to life
Like magic and charm with flair and style
Some are born, some remain unborn
In the mind churning and turning
Till they are ready to be written...
A poem is a promise of new birth
Spoken or unspoken
Ruminating pen
Illuminating the world
Thoughts fiddle around
In her inner maze
Burning like a blaze
Until they are poured out...
And then she is free
Her life goes on
Another prelude to
Voiced or unvoiced...
Veiled or unveiled...
Life of words...
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