trivialities incarnate

And
just
as
your
eyes
were
blurred
by
your
judgement

t­he
lights
were
blurred
by
my
tears

and
the
true
beaut­y
of
us
both
was
never
to
be
heard
of
again.
-CsR

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I write,  

but I am not a poet

I feel emotions so intense
I spill them in ink across a page

but I am not a poet

I am forced to release thoughts
from my mind

but I am not a poet

my words are presented as I feel them
they do not make a poem

as I am not a poet

my senses view, smell, taste, hear and feel things
so differently from many

but I am not a poet

Phrases and images appear in my mind
I have to share these wondrous things

but I am not a poet

I am not sure what makes a poet.

This I will sit and quietly ponder,
reflect upon,
write about
because maybe,  just maybe

I am a poet

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