Image (c) 2008, Karla Dorman
The Poet took a word, splashed it -- there --
onto the page. She didn't care
what people might say.
She was going to have her way
no matter what. She held creation in her hands.
A mighty weapon at her command,
the Poet wrote color in a world gone dark,
armed only with a pen. A spark
of beauty began to shine --
hope and love and peace burst forth in her lines
of verse. And when she was through,
she said, 'It's just poetry,
word flowetry,
that lets me do what I love to do.'
(c) 2009, Karla Dorman (11/3)
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