Poetry, verse

Flows out of me

Like a stream gently bubbles from the ground

Providing cool water all around

 

Poetry comes from inside me

From where, I don't know

But I do know where it goes

It pours out

Words on a page

The perfect turn of phrase

 

Of course not all is perfect

Not every poem just flows

Not every word fits just right

But that's alright

When a poem's meant to be

It'll flow from me

 

Forced poetry still works

But doesn't shine, doesn't sparkle

Like dew on fresh green grass

Or when the sun hits just right

To form a perfect rainbow

 

Poetry has always been a part of me

The rhythm and rhyme create a melody

Just as delicious does not begin to describe

a juicy steak or perfectly aged wine,

Neither do words do justice to poetry

Poetry makes one believe

Poetry evokes emotions

That,

That is what is a part of me.