He
wrote a poem
words
on a page
words
in a journal
he
carried with him
always
a
few words
scattered
over weeks
disparate
thoughts
varied
inspirations
but
falling together
in
a pattern of birth
unexpected,
unanticipated
pieces
fitting together
lines
adhering
to
one another
forming
coherence.
Photograph by Karen Arnold via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
2 comments:
Reminds me of William Stafford writing of how the poems led him where they wanted to go. Keep following the words, friend.
the gathering of words.
finding them like food
in the woods.
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