Some Poets
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Some poets write in waves
Gushing thrushing pushing pulling
Some poets write in a steady flow
Every word weighted, pressing ahead
Still others dig canals
Line their words with the concrete
Of Rhythm, Meter, Rhyme.
Then there are the others.
We don't amount to much,
Just little droplets here and there.
Usually we fall on dry cement,
Or in a stagnant puddle.
But every once in a while, our droplet hits the River
The Ocean
The Canal.
And we can't help ourselves.
We let the body take us over,
And we hold it, as it pushes us.
And we look down at our paper
And we have a sonnet,
An outpouring of consciousness
We look at it and say,
Where did that come from?
And then we answer.