Willem VanVoorthuysen (Nov.2,1916 / Dutch East Indies (Indonesia))
Writing a poem, to me, begins with
inhaling, deeply, God-given inspiration,
lighting a fire that either warms my heart and
activates my mind, or burns my soul, if uncontrolled...
Hence, I take care to watch the mental images
my poems evoke, lest my imagination flounders,
lured into Satan's hidden realm by spam-mailed
promises of wealth and wide-spread popularity...
To edit a poem means scrutinizing it, removing
every trace of Satan's foul and deadly breath,
should it begin to infiltrate my fantasies...
My Poet Divine demands my lines
to be reflective of His Spirit....
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