How does the creative poetry process(or muse) operate for you?
Some folks ,such as myself the inspiration seems spontaneous , and I must 'deal' with there and then , record and note and develop ,otherwise it evaporates like the early morning mist in the burning sun.
The inspiration seems to come in clusters,often one after the other, a flood that I must concentrate upon,to gather up, like in those fast forward movies of a desert in flower by the annual rains.
How does inspiration's muse work with you.How do you deal with it? I have always been fascinated by the creative impulse process,as a topic in both art and poetry, do share if you are happy so to do.?
UPDATE
I remembered I described the above process as an image in a poem,here is an extract therefrom
Waves
of imagination
surface
and
jostle
one
with
the other
like
children
at play
shouting
for attention
for life
on my
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