THE MIRACLE OF POETRY
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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