How does my
poem arrive? Guardian)
It comes fast, the flow comes fast,
not
merely with a sip of coffee,
nor with
a melody capturing your heart,
it comes
from emotion and reason
without
questioning or prying into the shape,
for shape comes only after the grand finale,
when,
gathering into segments flower a blossom
the sweet
aroma comes through words, choicest
spontaneous from your blood and heart;
vowels and
consonants and clusters integrate,
certainly no sabotage , it is serene, a sort
of pulse acts, vibrates, there arrives my poem,
questioning my aptness of Title, then
appropriate title
etc, my poem, my inspiration.
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