Can you see me?
I'm there watching
the words
lift from the pages
and
wrap themselves
in tidy red bow,
ready to give
themselves to me.
Slyly
I blend with the nouns
and
I become
anyone
anyplace
anything
I desire me to be.
What about now...can you see me?
I am in full action
as a verb
while I play
with words
taunting me to write,
as I pursue
images into the light,
for all to see
clearly
through my brown eyes.
Over here!
I am lost
in meter...
the rhythm
lures me into
a dance
with syllables,
I count the beat,
so as to
follow along
and
not lose my place.
Can you spot me?
I am
between the lines
of the
greatest poem,
waiting
to be written
by me.
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Submission Name: In Search Of A Poet
