A spark of dormancy waits for discovery

Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.

When time and the mixture of conditions allow

Growth begins from within the uncertainty.

A creation of beauty is slowly awakening.


The power and the perils that await the entity,

When a fragile poem becomes stronger with time.

The magical moment when a muddle of words

Takes solid shape in a rough draft outline.

A creation shaped slowly by poetic thought.


Words encased in fine vibrancy, line by line.

Ringing through the portals of the poet’s mind.

The entity that grew from a shapeless design.

A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity

Produced and nurtured from a tiny thought.

A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.

©️ John Yeo

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