A Poem Within


this idea pops in: sometimes
it is simple, perhaps
it's about me
something I'm fond of
an inkling
mostly, letters spin
like a toy top
whirling about
with colors and visions
smells and sounds
people and places
words fit like a puzzle
read my grooves
between the neatly placed
lines and curves
see me pressing the buttons
you'll be entertained, amused
and find, writing a poem
comes from within, without
rolls through your mind
a poem breathes
speaks, listens,
observes, lives

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