Creating Song
T Tom Billsborough
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Seek not the song.
It will seek you
Lightly as the morning dew
That settles on the grass.
Or as a breeze that breathes among
The leaves of ash and elder
Where under shadows dream.
Seek not the theme
It will seek you
Sifting what is true
In your experience.
Your quiet contemplation
Will produce the image
From which first shoots
Your poem's flowers grow.
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