Mike Hauser Poet Rhyme

The Art of Poetry

As I set out to write
Slicing pieces of life
Little by little letting go

The use of my pen
Is like chisel in hand
Chipping away at my soul

I hold a sculpture knife
In which to carve out my life
Leaving my heart well exposed

The art of poetry
Is pure beauty to me
Of which this artist has no control

I paint what comes to my mind
Straying outside of the lines
It's the only kind of poetry I know

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Cheryl Hoffman October 2, 2016 at 9:41 PM Keep straying outside the lines Mike, thats where your uniqueness comes from!:)

Daniel Turner October 1, 2016 at 8:45 AM There are no lines when one paints Mike whether it be with paints or words. They call it creativity, and I think you are great at it:) Mike Hauser October 1, 2016 at 8:58 AM Thank you my friend!