In my pocket <br />I have the key, <br />To every piece <br />Of poetry, <br />For many days <br />In my pocket <br />it stays <br />Until my mind <br />sets it free <br /> <br />A piece of paper, <br />folded thrice <br />A mechanical pencil <br />for writing precise <br />Abundant thought <br />Of which I jot <br />Forming a draft <br />To start with <br /> <br />I will repeat this <br />several times, <br />Onto this paper <br />several lines, <br />Until there is <br />no more space <br />I will not remove <br />or erase <br />Any line, <br />already in place <br /> <br />When I have reached, <br />This final phase <br />typed it in the computer <br />Is where it stays, <br />Until I am ready <br />To submit, <br />The final poem <br />as you see it<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-poetry-secret/
