Unexpected Birth Of A Poem

I sit here...wind and rain

hard biting at my window,

yet never allowing stirrings

to take shape;

with mind like those

tangled weeds that have

nowhere to go, I've come

to sit and fish for inspiration;

yet no ideas catch my hook.

I follow train of thought,

for my appetite is keen;

but words just float away

on ripples of reflection,

they mingle like complex

secrets hiding, rising up

occasionally – then vanish

into the deep in a heartbeat.

At times I'm encouraged by

unexpected lilting, emotional

sounds...a solace to my soul,

then I'm immersed...

sinking deep into the depths

where imagination's credence

cradles a new born; Sudden

visualization! As I put pen to paper.