Wind sings in the rushes by the stream
as the moon glints regally from a thousand drops of dew
and a solitary lamp clicks on.
Two bumps and a thump, then a rustling of paper,
several mutterings escape the shack.
Then accompanied by the scratch of a ballpoint pen on paper
A magickal glow floods the night.
Dreams harnessed by a ravenous mind,
then compressed by the pen into lyrical stanzas.
Here is the birth of a poem.
Adam Zank
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-a-poem/
