Composing Poetry Poem by DM W

Sometimes my poetry courts the absurd,
As I attempt to faithfully record
The profound whispers of an unseen world
Which fluctuate between rhyme and discord.
In twilight hours I often snatch fragments
Of dreams from violet skies. I notice
Marked changes in the weather and tend
To look where the wind blows. Sadness and bliss;
Darkness and light come in waves. I wait
Patiently until I have reached a state
Of stillness. Then the seeds of a notion
Are formed in my mind. Slow evolution,
Rather than brief lightning flashes of crazed
Inspiration, is a much better way,
In my eyes at least, of composing Art:
A balance between the will and the heart.