Thursday, July 21, 2011

A Poem about Writing Poems


Let me take the heaps of straw
That sometimes are my thoughts
And spin them into threads of gold
To gleam within the tapestry
Of someone else's life.

Let me take the wordless spark
That's hidden in my heart
And fling it in a ball of words
To light a mighty fire
In someone else's life.

Let me tend silk-worms of hope
That crawl about my mind
'Till they spin word-webs round themselves
And ripen into butterflies
In someone else's life

And poems being what they are
I'll keep what I have given.
There shall be butterflies, and flame,
And shining gold within the halls
Of my own heart and life.

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