February, 2002

The Poet   ©

by   Mary Beth Rumley 
 

 
I have pushed the light in and out of sight
With the tip of my pen and then
Manipulated words to fill my space,
And I could taste the ink inside my head
As it spread and soaked and bled
Into the pores of an empty page
Delayed by nothing but my care
For moving letters into place
In hopes that they'd convey the thoughts
That don't belong to words.

Previously published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
Award-Winning Poems 2001
and used with the permission of the Poet.

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