What makes a poet ?
That was my thought
I mulled it over and
Came up with these oughts :
Late nights with
coffee , tea or beer
Perhaps harder stuff
Whiskey , smoke or gin clear
And the struggles and pain
as the birth is exclaimed
Blood , sweat and tears
Falling as hard as ice on rain
Confessionals made
As black on white page
Love , death , fears
Even extreme rage
One who struggles
with the a's and the's
Should one even use
The apostrophe
One who's words
Gel by the witching hour
Words full of promise
Warnings so dour
But perhaps greatest of all
Before even the start
One must have
a true poet's heart