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WHY DID I BECOME A POET CONTEST-A Poet Becoming
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to awake one morning into the sound
with the antennae of vowel, consonant, and diphthong
to calibrate with delicate care the subtlest
movement of light and sound
to find myself suddenly kneeling at the audible,
palpable outline of a word
to search for that precise moment in which
a poetic line lights up in sound~
when the meaning of a word yields, slips
and then surrenders into tone—from then on
my poet’s blood yearned for that infinite pitch of a word
to offer up my ink, to pounce on the blank page,
to knit the threads, to weave the fabric of divinity,
to translate divine currents into words,
to swim in the waters other eyes can’t see or touch with fanned fin...
...This is the joy of writing, the reason I became a poet.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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