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Sow, and Sew

I debated whether poems
Are seeds planted in a row
Or stitches joining fabric
Sometimes randomly you know

Do they sprout tender seedlings
That often turn out wild
Or are they hand-me-downs
No longer sized for you child

Are poets really children
Speaking through the words
Trying to take flight
Nervous little birds

I imagine some are bold
Believe in every verse
Others tending fragments
Playing doctor, playing nurse

Does weather play a factor
When it dials up a mood
Slashes on the paper
Or a simple, mindful brood

Where do all these poets live
Country life, or city bustle
Can they afford to contemplate
Or is it just another hustle

Perhaps, they're prospectors
Shaking dirt through a screen
Always with an eye
For a piece that will gleam

I suppose my answer's there
In these lines that I've sown
Though the pattern of their tapestry
Still loosely hangs unsewn


Mastersensation
Written by Mastersensation (Pent)
Published
Author's Note
By Pent
Aug 22nd, 2021
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