Poems Poem Poems

I find that many poets

have no idea they’re

poets until some

drastic change 

takes them by the heels

and they’re dragged 

to a scene, a scent,

a feeling of complete ecstasy. 

Many of these poets

still, in this very ecstasy,

have no true understanding 

of the beauty they possess,

the hunger they fight against

every waking hour of every

waking day;

I am amazed. Amazed by

their strength to resist. 

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