Birth of a Poem

BIRTH OF A POEM Some poems feel like old friends Not seen for a long while When they appear as if from nowhere At just the right time, Familiar, effortless, patiently waiting To be called into my company again, The words on their lips, the lines on their faces Need only be transcribed on to paper. It seems these poems were already formed inside me Like a unknown pregnancy Grown from seeds of ideas long ago Gestating with life’s experiences over the years - The heat of passioned anger long forgotten, The eviscerating cold of isolation, now thawed, Moulded them to be born at just the right time - They are the image of me.