The greatest poem <br />is the one you're writing, <br /> <br />sparks flying from your pen <br />as from Vulcan's furnace, <br /> <br />hand and arm lubricated <br />and calibrated with a mind <br /> <br />that's up on a ladder <br />at its far end, <br />hopefully receiving notes <br />from an angel or two— <br /> <br /><i>fresh bread</i>, <br />Rumi called it, <br /> <br />a little piece of Soul, <br />'out there' and sculpted <br />to perfection... <br /> <br />or <i>near</i> perfection, <br />you see the next day <br />as you fix a flaw <br />that's appeared overnight, <br /> <br />and a few more <br />the day after that. Then <br /> <br />the Life-force flows <br />into a new creation, <br />this one has hardened <br />and is left to feed the birds, <br /> <br />and some day when you've <br />forgotten about it completely, <br />you'll come upon it again, feel awed, <br />and wonder, 'Who <i>wrote</i> that? '<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/39-the-greatest-poem/
