Michael Degenhardt Poet Quatrain

Undirected

My hand, with pen, it writes in script
Before my mind so guides
The words come out, they are so formed
They pour from deep inside

The subject matter, matters not
For it will all make sense
As half way through I’ll read aloud
To see just where I went

At that point then, I will decide
On where this write should go
But, until I reach completion then
My mind won’t even know

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Heidie Buys October 3, 2008 at 3:46 PM So very true and a great desciption of the creative process. Very well done. Love Heidie

Laura Mckenzie October 3, 2008 at 1:36 PM Michael very interesting view of a writes thoughts! Showing what writers think while they write to the end. Great write! Laura :)

Carrie Richards October 3, 2008 at 8:18 AM Yes.....you have captured the writing of poetry like magic...it just comes from somewhere you never expect...I think that's what is so satisfying about being a poet, even the most simple poem comes as a surprise when completed. This one hit home! :) Carrie

Sara Zahed October 3, 2008 at 7:53 AM Your poem describes what I sometimes do when writing a poem....I have no subject in mind, but as soon as i begin writing words... they become sewn together forming a wonderfull subject~story~ nicely written...Sara...