How Poems Happen

Words float in with the tide

And settle into pools

Sometimes touching in such a way

That they can pretend

That they are poetry.

Or

A random thought flits by

With feathered niggling

Flashes calling your audience

Until they emerge whole

In place and in rhyme

Or

In the wooly time of sleep

That cusp between night and light

Comes verse fully formed

From the dream state

Hastily recorded before it is flown

Or

A verse rejected by Vocal

For being too slight

Needing more words before it is right

Put aside 'til inspiration

For the one hundredth word

Sits just right

Or

Just because.