How to make poetry

Weeks go past unnoticed At times months and years Undeviating from the mundane As your creativity aestivates – Looks for sustenance, and, Yearns to be inspired. You sit by the brook, You stare through the walls. Yet, not a word to find No matter how long the grind.

Then, there comes a day A moment ever so fleeting Have ready your pen and A piece of paper to grab. Even as you feel the shudder within Thoughts begin to ebb and rise. Maybe it was the fall of a leaf, Or the golden colors of autumn? Maybe it is the hustle of everyday life The love you recently lost? Or the hunger newly found?

Try not to force rhythm and rhyme As words break your dam’s wall, Rushing to be somewhere on time. Swifter than your fingers can write Carried on a tsunami of thoughts, Arrive words that sound so right. Even as you open your flood-gates And, try, try to your best might To quickly pen your mind’s insight. Thoughts like salt in water dissolve And words like water give and absolve Even as it flows and carries, it can slip — Shapeshift and evaporate.

Yet you’ve managed Through furious scrambling To contain a few of those Through words albeit far from perfect But enough to immortalize In poetry, a fraction of thought. And the pen leaves the paper, Not knowing when they meet again. You’re none but a scribe for thoughts That found you, overwhelmed you. Those frantic words, on contrary, Are but vessels for those thoughts, And, that’s how you make poetry.