It was words from creativity of then
All this thinking had the Poet pondering on when
It was the moment sitting high above on a bridge
It was life being a privilege
The seven seas as they revolve
The feeling of the flowing breeze to think of
Suddenly the sun’s spotlight giving warmth all around
The movement of cars all making a sound
Yet the moment of life can be a sudden tap of death
A moment can be a second with fast acceleration
It doesn’t matter of age within the generation
But the source of a Poet’s quick write
Bringing from the heart and knowing how to excite
It’s the pen and paper on a specific quest
A computer and display screen as a back up in confirming the request
We all take one day at a time
Yet as a Poet we take thoughts with ideas in what’s combined
Understanding and wisdom in what experience has given
Education can only take you just so far
In order to achieve you must the experience scar
The inspiration coming from within and establishing a dialog at the end
The Poet is one that knows, and also wants to encourage all and yet instill in let your feelings show. Your ideas no one can take away. Your mind being its own human microchip and your creativity hidden just waiting to come out.
Words upon words, and this is what makes a Poet in what I am talking about.