Teasing

When you think of it
You'd better write it down
Because poems just appear

Poems
Will spontaneously pop into your mind
And splash onto your hands
The drops of water wet your feet
And you're halfway in

Sometimes they only trickle down your throat
Ever…so…slowly…quenching…your…thirst…
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Sometimes they play hide-and-seek
Or peek-a-boo
Whispering the first line
So that your thoughts are fixed upon it
You can't concentrate on anything else
Until you find the rest of that poem

Oftentimes it isn't satisfactory
That first line or verse was so perfect
But perhaps it seemed lonely
So you added to it
But those lines didn't come from the well in your soul

They didn't even trickle...down...your...throat
The water is sour and doesn't stop your thirst
Is it to go unquenched?
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Sometimes
Poems just make you wait
They tantalize you
Dangle you on a string
And make muddy footprints in your brain

It can be frustrating
But to be a poet
Is to know when to wait
And knowing when to pounce!

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Sometimes the words will be just out of reach
So reach out!
A little stretching will be good for you
Poems are like teachers
Though you think you are the author
Truly, you are the student