Genesis of a poem

To be the poem and not 

To write – a portrait

Scene of milky words

And pen-tips of honey.

There’s beauty in these 

Sighs and rhymes – Stanzas 

of midnight nostalgia 

stain these sheets in sweetness

and letters.

On the cusp of creation,

A poem bleeds the weight

Of a thousand words – 

Wandering, singing, and planting

Their hums into the seeds of 

Inspiration.