Being A Poet (POEM)

IMG_4593Being A Poet (POEM)

I sit at my writers desk thinking.

The words, they pull at my mind.

Intractable thoughts about everything.

Putting my life in rewind.

I reflect on the journey as I sit here.

Words pour on paper with pen.

It is nearly unconscious mostly.

I rarely think, just now and then.

Often the words just come,

Flowing like a wandering brook.

I can sit writing in this trance for hours,

Private in my other worldly writers nook.

~ L. Davis, #thepoetfarmer

Sharing what it is like to be writer where words for the world flow out through poetry.

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