Poems that Emerge
I cannot force a poem. They just seem to arise in me when I do not expect them to come. It is as if I am some kind of steward, tending to them, waiting on them, and handing them on.
Poems that Emerge
They come ashore to us,
They come from who knows where.
They come and set up court with us,
They are here and come from there.
But glad we are that they arrive,
That they come and enter in.
We cannot force their forming as we strive,
Yet they appear to arise from within.
These verses come to be our guest,
And we but welcome them such.
We steward them and they do the rest,
And we so cherish them much.
We give thanks for poetic words set free,
That come from our pencil and pen.
We feel their loss when they are not around,
And welcome their return again.
Simon C.J. Falk 13 December 2015