A poem is when it is born <br />a trifle like a unicorn. <br />It hovers in its growing stage <br />displays, perhaps a bit of rage <br />unbridled it can be and wet <br />just like a baby you have met <br />but what it really sets apart <br />from other godly works of art <br />it grows a horn perfectly suited <br />in which the poet's soul is rooted. <br />So when your inner thoughts feel torn <br />just think of your own unicorn. <br />And don't forget that all your words <br />have wings and fly about like birds <br />and comes the day the world should mourn <br />their poet was a unicorn.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-is-a-unicorn/
