"Second Nature"
(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.
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It's been so long, so, so long
since I've written a good poem,
I think I've forgotten how
unless it's like sex -
it has a certain rhyme to it
and definately has meter.
Once initiated, it all comes
rushing back, building, building
until it explodes in a
shuddering climax
that absolutely rocks the world,
shaking the ground underneath
and moving the Northern Lights southward.
Siiiiiiigh.....
but that was ages ago
(I'm a little fuzzy on the details).
Or perhaps, it's like riding a bike -
getting on and falling off,
scraping up knees and elbows,
over and over and over again
(there has GOT to be an easier way).
But then Daddy picks me up,
dries the tears of frustration,
kisses away the boo-boos,
puts me back on that blasted seat
and tells me, "Once more--for me?"
(don't you just hate the guilt trip)
and then, suddenly, there I am,
riding and challenging the wind to a race!
Yeah!  Look, Daddy, no hands!

Give me that pen and forget what I said -
there are a million poems inside me,
clamoring to be put to page -
Gotta write, gotta write, gotta write!!
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