Poems Come And Go... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i know that poems come and go
for they have the traits of the wind
and the light
and sometimes knock at your door
and even knock you down
of so much inspiration

i know this from the heart and not
so much from the mind
and not that much either from the
eye and hand

poems come, and poems go
and so like the old saying, come my friend
strike and strike while the iron is hot
and gleaming

shape the words, use your wits, and
placate the thunder.