Where is there a Poem?
Where is there a poem?
Is it in the mind?
Is it in the heart?
It could be experiences one has seen
or places one has been
In ones vast memory store
The seeds are there
gently shaken about
but hard to get out
on paper with flair
One by one the thoughts line up
The pen writes down
the words are found
The theme laid bare
and formed with care
the sentences stretch out
upon the line
The jumble now smooth
one reads it through
and emotions rise
and feelings feel
The poem is there,
the poem is where,
There is a poem.
Michaella Lazarus
January, 2016
