We write down the words
That we choose for our poems
We do it in our own special way
As our mind continues to roam
We finish one line after another
We get down the meaning so well
Unfortunately a little voice in our head
Has information it needs to tell
Perhaps a word isn’t quite perfect
And the ‘look’ may not be right
“Change it, ” the voice continues
We see flashing luminous lights
Sometimes the voice is really quite subtle
We want it to go away, it’s true
Occasionally it does, but at other times
It’s persistent, has it happened to you?
So what should we do my fellow poet?
When we hear that inner voice
For me I usually have to listen to it
It seems I have no other choice
We plug along, best as we can
No matter what others’ might think
Enjoying the craft is the bottom line
For a poem can come to us in a blink!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.