Poets are not the only creators of poems. We are just one part of a system that thrusts a poem into form. There is another part of the system: the stimulus that fills us with a longing to create.

For me, the stimulus is usually an emotional tug from a person or thing. I might call myself a poet 24 hours a day, but I can be a poet only when someone (or something) calls me to love. And it is that love energy (or whatever energy I use), flowing, that manifests into the poem.

If the poem is written down, who then is the creator of it? Is it the person who transcribed it into physical form? Or is it the person who created the loving feeling within me? My beloved created the poem; I merely put it into words.

At the brightest time of day
You didn't say a thing.
But I felt
I heard you sing.

I heard the sounds
Of a song being played.
And I felt the unspoken poem
Being made.  

You wrote the song
When you smiled,
Shining down to me
In the lightest style.

Like the light that shines
On a flower of day,
Your love gives life
To words I say.

In your loving touch
Are the hands that write.
I'll see when you smile
To me tonight.

You wrote the song
When you smiled,
Shining down to me
In the lightest style.