The Mind of a Poet. A poem.

The mind of a poet
Constructing verse
Rhythm and rhyme
Meter and time
In all-consuming madness

Sonnets, couplets
Haiku, freestyle
Diamanté, Cinquain
Pantoum, villanelle
Concrete, tanka
So many choices and more
To bring life to blank pages

How sensitive you become
To your own critiques
And how you labour long
At your own expense
To hide your jewels
Bury them in the roots
Of the tree you've grown

Does anyone care?
No matter, you toil on
Because someone out there
Will identify, dig deep
Find your buried pearls
And will smile
Because of
The mind of a poet

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