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Who
knows how poems happen
or where they come from,
Poems are like lizards
they bask in the sun
When discovered
how quickly they run,
Till
a poet who's quicker
can finally catch one
As soon as the poem is
safely
in hand,
the poet will pet it
show it to a friend
So proud of the
catching
hoping that it forgives,
soon he'll release it
and hope that
it lives.
© d.knape
January 28, 2014
Poet's Note: About this poem-
Sometimes a poem won't cooperate.
A poet has to chase it down, The fun is in the catching, when the poem is finally
in hand.
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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