Our great American poetry daddy
Bobby Frost once said
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense
of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
which is true by not all-inclusive
a poem can also begin during a shit,
the tortuous limbo before sleep,
a sticky post-coital embrace,
the onset of hypothermia
or meditative mise en place
a poem can begin from nothing at all
coaxed and cuddled
kneaded and nudged
it's ambition need not be so grand
as love and death and the promised land
but what it must be is true
whether it begin with God or stew.
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