Sometimes, I have an idea...a fancy
A particular phrase that gets my attention
or
A bothersome feeling that just won't be captured in prose
Then I write it down in short
Broken lines
and
Phrases
and
See what comes out.
Then it stares back at me
Talks to me
Calls my name or yours
As I look at its particular shape
Hear its weedy voice
I might tweak a word or two to get it to look
Or feel or sound a bit better
As it speaks about you or me
Our living, believing, breathing, selves
Then I name it Poem
– Because I have to --
Then I hit post and hope it has value to someone else.
(Because of a conversation between poets. Thank you. You know who you are.)