E Poet Poet Free verse

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The eye of a poet is hard to see because 
it is something that as not yet come to be. 
It starts with a live heart. It brakes 
downs a visions into little parts. 

Visions of colors start to show a heart full 
love ready to go. Next come visions of tomorrow. 
Images of love happiness pain and sorrow. 
Sounds of screams and laughter, follow by 
forever after. 

Then a thought is caught in the seed of the 
brain. A thought needing a feeling and name. 
A pen or a computer is taken in the hand. 
This starts and the beginning of a plan. 

The words begin to take a form. The 
feeling with words come before to long. 
The words of life starts to flow. The words 
from the hands instinctively just know, 

The painting of a of a vision takes place, 
a smile forms around the face. The 
heart pumps blood to the hand. like a ship 
on water instead of land. 

As the writing keep going the vision 
becomes clear. The mind is opens up 
with somethings new to share. A feeling 
develops all on it;s own. As the poet gives 
new words a home. 

A poet eye is like no other, if they are 
writing about bringing a world together. 
Suddenly the images are put into words 
words that not even the poet has heard. 

Now it's done now it's through. For others 
to see and review. But the botton line is 
simple to see. A poem that says it;s about 
you not me.

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