Poets are drawn to poetry

by some magnetic force

planets pulled toward the sun

 

an expression of their Self

lost souls in search of meaning

fulfillment

 

to watch words

dripping down the page like raindrops

each word a drop upon a window

 

to listen to

words play in arrangement

scored for the eye and ear

 

by the building

words bricked one by one

permanence to be remembered

 

in the joy of seeing ideas

conceived and then birthed

proud yet somewhat afraid

 

with the wonderment

when the poem complete

says what is in their heart

 

then the jewel on the crown

the signature

how sweet the sight of their name in print

 

a taste of personal fame

however brief

before the flame burns out.