Have you ever found yourself lying in bed unable to sleep with words rattling around in your head…. only, those words don’t quite work. They can’t quit make the page. I keep a pad of paper by my bed because occasionally they do and I’ll write something I am really proud of. That is usually how they find me. Yeah, THEY find ME. I don’t write poems, they write me.
Here is my latest poem, ironically, about the process itself.
It is called Birth of a Poem