A
Poem
Does indeed
Grow from a seed
As small as a single vowel
And blossom into a whole world
Of meanings in the fertile mind of its reader.
The writer on the other hand just observes
As the words arise and are written
By a hand that this pen moves
And is simply watched
By he who is
Called a
Poet.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-10/
