Is This How the Poets Do It?
Is this how the poets do it?
Do they too feel more than most?
Is there a certain way to write
That can get it all out and
make it okay?
Does it ever go away?
Can it truly turn into art, or
do you need genius too?
Are emotions enough?
How do you placate the soul?
Can you quiet it or must you
scream from it,
feed its ravenous hunger
for the beautiful?
Does it ever become beautiful,
like the poets make it?
Is this how the poets do it?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world