Reviving

My newly created poem 

was a failure

its words lay feeble and pale

upon the page

like an unconscious face

I was ready to kick it 

into the deleted file 

but a whisper arose 

from beneath the lines

urging me to change a word

So I did 

then another and more,

soon the verse

trembled with rhythm 

and the page started to shine 

I was startled and overjoyed 

to sense my poetry’s pulse  

coming back from the dead

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States