How do poems grow?
They begin deep down in the pit of the soul
A seedling of a thought
rumbling around in the blank darkness.
First they are nurtured with observation,
With Contemplation.
After a bit of time, for they can’t be rushed,
They are ready to be brought out…
And with a bit of patience
they emerge,
one word at a time
until they are fully formed
They grow from the soul…
Thought Bubbles 