Poetry Is So Much More Than Inspiration
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The poetry comes to me in stages,
Not like a sudden, explosive rose pink dawn;
That dissolves the night's chaos and confusion
In a flash of fabled, redeeming light.
It involves long, tiring travel through
Vast roads of marked indifference to the calling.
It begins in wonder and goes forth:
Surrounded by a halo of humility.
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