A Poet's Rhapsody

I.

A poem is a raindrop in mid-
                                          dle of my run-
ning thoughts, a riddle at
                                       tip of my tongue-
                    a symphony of fleeting words-
a flash of white wings above trees-



II.

A poem is you
                       between heart-
                                              beats-
      -core, mantle, skin  -
                       shadowing move-
                                               ments-      
I run
Not to trap you in the page  
But hurl you back
                       to starless & moonless
                                                sky-



III.

A poem is roar
               sound searching in its intensity
                                 amplifying thunder run
               reaching climax
only my ears 



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