HOW POETRY COMES TO ME BY GARY SNYDER

Oct 16

It comes blundering over the

Boulders at night, it stays

Frightened outside the

Range of my campfire

I go to meet it at the

Edge of the light

How does creativity come to you?
Where do you go to meet it? Or, rephrased, Where do you find it?
Begin a poem with the words, “Creativity comes to me…. or Words come to me…” See where your imagination leads you.

Mary Reynolds Thompson

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