Inspiration and then the compelling need to write

Words coming from I know not where

Flowing through my hands to the page

Acting as a conduit for universal creativity

Getting out of my own way

This poem is not mine

 

An expectant audience awaits the troubadour

Do I get nervous before a show they often ask?

My response is consistent “no, never”

You see I am merely a conduit for universal creativity

Ego put aside when I write or perform

This poem is not mine

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