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a gift as you say,
if such there be,
is only a gift
when given to thee
with no strings attached,
and truly is free.
yet...
mine come the hard way,
no, my poems aren't free,
for it is no gift
when the "talent" you see,
though the writ and the wit
flow with ease, admittedly;
no, my poems are cunning,
they act like they're free,
yet in truth they are cruel
for my poems own me!
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*post script.
written in response to a friend's words, " you have a gift", to which i can only say, "ha!" and to my fellow poets, you know who owns who; for if yours are like mine, they tumble around in phrases in the night, leaving you restless and wanting, til you rise and extract them onto paper, and ONLY then will they leave you alone!"
i think fellow poet Joe Cole has perfectly captured what i have wanted to articulate in these words to me: "The gift is in the mind, the use of words are the ability to gain the gift." well said, my friend!