Andrew,
My experience says poems or snatches of poems come to me quite unexpected . . . like they had been hiding in a closet or something . . . opened the door looking for something else, and there it was! Always a pleasing experience!
T.
written in the head...and sometimes we can't get to the paper, fast enough.
but i too find that most times for me, the poems write themselves...i have not much to do with it.
j.
In my case, the time it took to lift the pen( after I washed off the flour of my hands.... I am usually making bread when inspiration strikes, where was I..) the words have already escaped!
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..