The Craft Poem by Dermot McGarthy

Poetry, like drink,
Is an addiction,
That makes you think,
It makes you feel.........,
You have all the answers, and,
The questions that spawn them,
The regrets, the fears, the fantasies,
Inner visions and voices,
All of 'em.
It's when time stands still, and why it's,
The moment that matters,
Where the mind is full of now, not then,
Life becomes eternal, and it started when,
You had that thought,
Tied it to the heart,
When there is no finish,
There is only,
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