0 The Poem

It seeps into being, a drop of creativity at a time
It fills the poet with it's theme
Until it must spring into existence.

It is a small seed, an idea, a thought, a prayer.
Sunlight jumping in a puddle,
Moonlight on a rake handle.

A poem takes on a life of its own.
It speaks from the heart, to the heart.
Poetry is in the soul of humanity.

Listen to it! Speak of it. Help it grow.
Seek it out in all things.
Express it in actions, works, movements.

Let it live the life intended.
For in giving it life, it reflects back to us
The meaning we have on earth.

--Lynda B., 71