The nature of a poet

You know you’re a poet

When something has just begun

You’re already writing about the end

 

Something you could never define

But you scrutinize every detail

Read between every line

 

You know you’re a poet

When you are satisfied with the pain

You know you’re pen has something to gain

 

An over analytical mind

Smothering hatred

Because you are gentle and kind

 

You know you’re a poet

When you pick up the pen

Instinct takes over, as you begin

 

You know you’re a poet

When.  What more can I say?

Without sounding cliché

You know you’re poet

Well… you just know it

© copyright sbarlow 2012

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