I love writing poetry, but I cannot just sit down and tell myself I'm going to write something. It comes from elsewhere, somewhere outside of my mind and body. It comes in on whim, a breeze, a scent, a sound.It starts with a tiny seed; and idea that burrows into my mind and grows into an idea, and then matures into words. It might happen in a few moments, a few days, or even a few months. One poem I wrote took three years to complete. But however long it takes, once it's planted - it stays until I free it from my mind and onto paper.
Most of my poetry is inspired by nature; by the sights, smells, sounds and textures that surround me in the woods, by the river, the ocean, winds on the prairie, etc. I love to absorb myself in nature, and for me the best way to hold it close to my heart is to write about it
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