A Poem's Seed

How do poets ponder
At many things yonder?
Whence comes the seed
For the poem indeed?

Lost in thought profound
Looking at life around
One finds the cause
For mind to pause.

The still of heart
With time gone apart
A flash of seeing
From depth of being

Then comes the stirring
With one's mind whirring
When words give hold
To the poem behold!

Author's note: It is perhaps of interest that this poem came to be in the very way it describes.