A Poet's Mind Poem by Mona Goldword

Young...
But ready to be professional at the same time
I can play by words
And I can make the rhyme
Too close to fiction but closer to fact
Can draw the attraction
And minds with my poems react...

Stammer before the crowd
Don't have the talent to declaim my words
But on sheets
My pens are like swords

You consider my words are curbed,
And my ink is not enough to create an eternal poem,
And that my mind would get disturbed,
When I see someone else's rhyme..

But actually,
Honestly
And clearly
My motive is my heart
It's not me who moves my pen
But its beats which also made me write from the start

And I believe
With all the one behind my ribs..
And with the words between my lips
That poetry is a message
Not just a kind of art
Not just a drop of ink on paper to brag therewith
Nor for fame or money
It is priceless

By: MMA