Some want poems

separate souls

Some want poems

Some want poems, in a pinch.
Some think poems, are a cinch.
Some think poems, just appear,
like drifting words, upon the air.

Poems take time, take power.
Poems grow, hour by hour.
Poems take heart, take soul,
like living words, to make one whole.

Some want poems, full of glee.
Some think poems, set them free.
Some think poems, come to be,
like bees on flowers, easily.

Poems take sweat, take blood.
Poems pour like frothing flood.
Poems take muscle, take bone,
like moments with pen, spent alone.

Some want poems, 
that make them, cry.
Some want poems,
that ask them, why.

Poems take love.
Poems take life.
Poems separate souls, 
like the sharp blade, 
of a surgical knife.

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A Long
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