you keep pushing me from my depth
within my soul, my body, heart and mind me to will a life of creating lines
breaking, at my own will, those lines
that others like me call it a poem
just like my mother, long agoput her bigger hand on top of mine
gently, overriding my will, to script mine
that in school they called alphabet
thus seeing with her intuitive mind
she liaised with the master poet
submitting her will, in making a poet
31.12.2011
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