Persuaded
Stubbornly, I resisted ideas
molten underneath
tempting me to jot down
a few lines of poetry.
No way. Just fluff.
Only fiction merited my time.
But despite my resolve,
passion expressed itself
in rhyme, meter, word paintings.
When I recited, I saw the same joy,
zeal, sorrow I had experienced
evidenced in my listeners.
I was hooked. I am a poet.
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