Silence and time are the yin and yang
of poetry: inward stillness
and the creative urge.
It may take days, weeks or even months
for ideas to collide in my mind
forging new combinations.
I may seem to be just sitting,
but it's the pregnancy of waiting.
A stillborn poem is no good,
premature is possible, provided
I can give it outer time
to compensate for the missing inner time.
What is needed is longish spells
Time and silence.