A poem captures time forever by
binding into sound a moment of life
so precious, you refuse to let it die,
as much loveliness dies encased by grief.
Each poem starts life as a pouring out
of thought, which soon must be crafted into
rhyme; often taking a sinuous route
that not even the poet can see through.
Poems are snapshots in sound; meanings caught
up by a mind that somehow sets them free.
This discipline of life, not often sought,
has the power to let each moment be.
When you send a sound out to chase itself,
it can return carrying surprising wealth.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
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