I’m not a poet by any stretch of imagination,
I didn’t write this,
It wrote me,

I’m just trying to write my imagination,
My thought’s a braille,
In my cavings of the illiterate roots.

I rose from the dark,
I left the park,
Small glimpse to the bank,
And I sank,
Into it I sank.

I’m not a poet you know.

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  1. That’s how I feel about some of my poems, too. They write themselves. Very nice poem!

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