How Poems are Written

A poem, any good one, writes itself.
The first line shows up, fresh and strange,
The burst of something, water, maybe,
Tapped to rise out of a substrate, tapped
Before, but not exhausted. Flood of words,
The poem fertilizes arid lives. It tumbles
Forth a while. Then, it ends, and, afterward,
The lands it touched again are parched.
The mind which drilled itself goes dry.
It gazes at an unmarked screen, and waits
Until another poem comes to write itself.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-16 at 00:56

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
In the words of Keats, 'If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.' You've captured that Keatsian concept/conceit very well. Love the imagery of water, soil, and growth!
2021-09-18


KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Often the case; not always.
2021-09-17