I’m not a poet


Oh many have wondered yet some only have asked

How I write poetry with such facility,

I would reply to them that my fertility

Is but an illusion, but a bleak talent masked

In a myriad of words carefully handcrafted

From other geniuses and lines I have drafted

Through short passing moments of intense clarity,

A simple will to write suffices to create

– Without the need to keep artistic purity –

What will, through my readers, emotions permeate.


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