My Poet

I wrote this the other morning when I was walking on the beach. It's actually really uncomfortable when a poem comes out of the blue. In this case, I was just compelled to sit down and write. The upside is that when a poem just arrives like this, it's pretty much in its entirety and little editing is needed.

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My Poet

I went walking in Cronulla
and the poet in me came
the waves, they thrashed and bashed
about, there is no other name

the winds they got much stronger
as that poet bashed about
and then one day she heard the voice
that stated with a shout

'thou were not built so perfect
there'd be nothing more to do
if you were built so perfect
then what would we do with you

you're here so we can have our way
until you choose to find
that gracious path that is your own
your soul, your heart, your mind'

I then stood up and felt the earth
beneath my dancing feet
I rested on my laurels there
just stopped and felt the beat

My poet felt the pulsing of
my soul, my heart, my mind
I swore that day, forever more
I'd not leave her behind.

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