How It's Made

Imagine I wrote a piece of prose
And not knowing how it would go
Sliced everything-
The sentences apart
Just for the sake of flow.

Imagine I then took that prose
And innocently enough at first
Switched the wording
To be less direct
And placed it into verse.

Then imagine I called it a poem
And I was as proud as I could be
To have been for once a poet
And to have created poetry.