What poem will be birthed from
the turning machine of my poetic mind?
Will it be from a deep feeling
that launches a thought for verses to build?

Or a memory carried from birth, needing to be expressed.
Maybe sounds will travel through ear canals
that gets my creative self motivated?
Or perhaps be a phrase will open heart
to spill out rhymes gracefully.

What new verse will be birthed
as I peruse the Hello Poetry site?
And what grand writer will place a word strategically
so I might be inspired.

Maybe some birds will do the job by
waking ears so I sing with phases.
Or a cloud drifting  by wind
will show me visions that spark a diddie.

Everyday is different for my scribes pen
to connect to page.
Every moment is different
on this merry-go-round of poets mind.
Different as I  spin about reaching for a golden ring.

A ring when caught means poem is done.