Words flowed from my pen

Before the ink dried good

I had written another line

As ideas took shape and characters developed

As thoughts formed themselves in my mind

There staring at me

Was the poem I never intended to write

It must be understood

I did not write this poem

It wrote itself

As ideas formed in my head

As characters leaped forth

And thoughts jumped off the shelf

You must understand

I did not find this poem

It found me

And before the ink dried good

I had written another line

Ah, the power of the written word!

How marvelous

For those of us who know

How to convey a message

With just the right touch of class

For those of us who know

How to display a verse

In the best possible light

To convey our meaning

In the best possible way

How can I make you understand

How can I make you see

I did not find this poem, it found me

I did not write this poem

Instead, like all great poems

It wrote itself