in awe of poets uniqueness
She only has to write a few poem fuelling lines
and already they are powerful enough to send a rocket to the moon.
She pens one last full stop
and the enormously winged masterpiece
leaves the runway
on its never-ending flight.
She composes so much deeper
than those who flounder in the shallows.
When her mind goes hunting
it aims at a landscape of thoughts
and with just one trigger pull
brings down a mountain range of poetry.
She sometimes though rarely
ploughs up the dead seeds of a fruitless idea.
When the land is cleared, replanted
what orchards of magnificent abundance
rise with perfection.