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The birth of a poem

The birth of a poem

From a word that someone said
Came a tale walking along a trail
That starts the birth of a poem
I nursed it I rehearsed it
High on a hill I got my fill
Of the sun

Out at sea is whale caught
In gale oh what a tale.
That would be that’s the start
Of the birth of a poem
Then I nursed it and rehearsed it
While I sat by the sea

Β The birth of a poem
Starts with a word
They say it every day
Then they write it, and
They nursed it and rehearsed it
And then it becomes a Poem
And that is the start of the
Birth of a poem.Β 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

great concept and cool poem Greg!.............................................................Jim

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Neville

Such an original approach to this fine craft we both love and so much .. the subtle repetition is key to its resounding success .. Bravo GregΒ 

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Neville

You are so very welcome Greg ..Β 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Wow and you birthed and nursed a fantastic poem, so enjoyable to read it delights poetic hearts. Kudos!!!

plz also read and comment my newest poem too.

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Shaun Cronick

Excellent and cool thinking behind this Greg and a pleasure to know that and how you presented your thought process into fantastic words.
And the beat and flow with a repeat here and there, is inspired writing.
Good to see and great to read :)

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