Poet and Not Know It

Poet and Not Know It

A Poem by David Keagan

Words wrap around my waste like a tight bind,
Somehow they manage to mingle than rhyme.

I can't figure out how they get there,
I sit back amazed and continue to stare.

Soon i see poems written about love,
Than glance to my left and see stories towering above.

How do they get there? i have not a clue,
They strap me to my desk just as i start to move.

They tickle my vocal chords and flow out my lips,
Than they are scribbled the minute my pen clicks.

A new piece of work is suddenly born,
Awaiting it's praise in original form.

I guess thats how the words tend to show it,
how one can be a poet and not even know it.

© 2010 David Keagan


Author's Note

David Keagan
Little word play i had fun with. Something fun and fresh that seemed to just pour out kinda like the way i described the word's actions

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Added on December 17, 2010
Last Updated on December 21, 2010
Tags: poetry, poem, words, rhythm
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