Poetry Midwife
When visions, elation, dreams and emotions
Expand to nearly the point of explosions
A skilled hand is needed to bring forth a life
That is the job of the Poetry Midwife.
I've no degree but this work is my passion
Bringing forth poems, turning thought into action
With each birth I feel a bit more energized
As this Poetry Midwife is legitimized.
This job isn't easy, hours sporadic
Some days are easy, and others dramatic
I get many calls in the heart of the night
Urgent for attention, there's no taking flight.
So with sterile blank screen and keyboard prepared
I plunge my hands in where the soul is left bared
And when I pull forth the creation I see
Sure a Poetry Midwife's what I'm meant to be.
5/1/2016
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