Where is a poem born?

or should I say, where

is a poem conceived?

In a mood where words form?

In an idea or contemplation

that pops up and then is

nutted out into words

that reveal and hide?

In a feeling so strong that

it has to be expressed,

has to be written?

 

A poem is conceived in passion,

grows and forms in the playing

and combining, and then is born

into its full being from which it

spawns new and unexpected growth.

 

A poem is love itself for it

reveals the person and the world,

and it is forever the child.

 

7/6/2022