Poems are words

Poems are words
Floating in the air
Blown on the wind
Spinning about
With their own meaning
Lonely until joined together
By a thought

A statement flows
But it is no poem
Directions are given
But those words are not a poem, usually
Random thoughts expressed
As words
Come closer to being a poem

Then a phrase,
A joining, or a theme emerges

Some words are grasped
And drawn down
To paper or voice
So they can be repeated

Once captured from the wind
Together they can form
A poem
Good or bad
A poem nonetheless
And the joiner of words
Gathered from the random wind
Becomes a poet

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