The trouble with writing poetry
is you never know when or how it will strike.
It's demands are such
it does not care if your fires grow cold.
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That magic and miraculous lightening, that makes a poet write cannot be forced nor called upon, such is its ever, misterios strength and might. A most wonderful poem, describing the inefable mystery of poetry.
How very well said! That spark that suddenly appears, and no one know when it will strike
come; enter into thyself; feel the inside; smell the coal of feelings and make it ink of the poem; let's meditate on it