If It Wasn't For Poetry-
In love with poetry, spellbound am I-
by force, that takes me to the land of words.
Beyond control, this power has its way
that leads me to present my heart and soul.
This overwhelming power captures me;
like an addiction, I consume fine words
for them to shape the thoughts within my mind;
create great imagery that can be read.
Most poets know this overwhelming pain
of finding special words to paint a theme;
this search for me becomes a magic hunt
of hide and seek to capture them like prey.
Consuming is this poet’s gift of pen;
the task can be a tiresome marathon
of hours or days, and yet, if lucky can
flow out in minutes on the first clean page.
This love of writing poetry runs deep;
an inner urge that cannot be dispelled;
as captor, captive both, my inner goal-
to find some balance in completed works.
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