Challenge
What is the job of a poet?
Any format.
To Light the Fire
Words of the living,
Lifeless, dead, limp, unaware.
Cold is the black ink.
Sparks lit by virtue,
Flame fanned by the abstract eye,
Embers burn with light.
Are we not the wind?
Soft as spring breeze, bringing life,
Pen, keyboard, alive, awake.
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