How does a poem begin?
I work incessantly on words, wordplay, invented words, word combinations and inflections that delight me. Most of them don’t become poems. They’re too dumb, and I’m just a tinkerer. But sometimes a word combination sparks a new unfolding thought which leads to a new way of seeing something I’d maybe taken for granted. When then happens, I begin to craft more carefully. Even then, most of the time I arrive at something unworkable. Poems are rare! Sometimes I arrive at nothing more than the first two lines. For me, that happens relatively often.
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