Wind sings in the rushes by the stream <br />as the moon glints regally from a thousand drops of dew <br />and a solitary lamp clicks on. <br />Two bumps and a thump, then a rustling of paper, <br />several mutterings escape the shack. <br />Then accompanied by the scratch of a ballpoint pen on paper <br />A magickal glow floods the night. <br />Dreams harnessed by a ravenous mind, <br />then compressed by the pen into lyrical stanzas. <br />Here is the birth of a poem.<br /><br />Adam Zank<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-a-poem/
