Receiver Of Poems

I don’t know how to write poems.
I only know the place where they emerge,
As urges clothed in the form of words.
And there in a sacred place
I collect the words like ripe apples
Plucked straight from the tree:
Gifts I have neither planted nor tended,
Just simply received.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.

4 thoughts on “Receiver Of Poems

      1. Yep, though I don’t know if instinctual is the right word. A ‘spirit guide’ of mine once told me, “You do realize you’re simply channeling the wisdom of the ancients…” That has a truer ring to it. : )

        I can and do write straight from my head, though rarely with poetry. But the ancients are far wiser than I, and craftier with words to. 😉

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