Undiscovered Poetry!

Stored in the future, not yet born, Are poems still to write, To grant hope to the hearts forlorn That seek some new insight. And none can force themes to exist Until Fate takes a hand, Be patient, yes, but still persist For time to understand... That mind of yours is something else, Computing all the while, So listen out for warning bells, Then start your stanza style. Some phrase will trigger in your mind! You must know what I mean! A phrase that makes you so inclined That now you're really keen... That pen and paper idling there, Have purpose just like you! For suddenly you're made aware Exactly what to do! The undiscovered poetry Has chosen you once more, With either joy or urgency It hopes you won't ignore! The revelation reaches out! It wraps around your brain! It cuddles close so there's no doubt! Who knows what you will gain? It could be solemn, mystical, Prophetic or profound... It could be quite adorable, In fact, it might astound! The rhymes may bounce across the page Like drunken kangeroos! Or settle down at centre stage With formal points of views! Who knows? You could get published soon In some anthology! If so, I guess it's time to swoon, You've better luck than me!