some poems mimic a pregnancy
like an unformed inspiration that has
nagged you with sleepless nights
as it fattens with hints
seeks the light of words
each has its own personality doesn’t it?
some come kicking and screaming
into this world with boisterous lyrics
and an imperative desperate to be heard
and others enter as quiet large-eyed children
smoothly versed in silence
I don’t think
I’ll need to wait long
to find out
just now I felt it
there it kicked again
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