Poems Lead Poets


This poem as emerged is actually
far more bitter and anguished
than its writer. Or far less …
What the hell. Let’s let it go;
it’s just the way it grew.

The initial germ here sprouted out
from a piece of Sarah’s weeks ago
that somehow caught my interest.
I’d have trouble locating it now;
it’s transmorphed completely.

Laboured at it for hours; it wouldn’t let go.
Clearly it’s determined to have its say.
As for you, happening by readers
looking out for an explanation
dream on, friends, dream on.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 16, 2018, in Poetry, Prose With Pretensions and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. A germ, perhaps, for another poet’s poem?


  2. A link of inspiration from Sarah to you to Ken. . . .the poems must be written.

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  3. “Clearly it’s determined to have its say.” Yup! Some poems are just like that. And we’re helpless to do anything but let them.

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