The Creative Process Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Something inside of me suddenly screams for release
Words enmeshed in an unfinished puzzle,
Searching for a Muse, scramble for meaning
Words fling themselves at the whited sheet before me
Until a single sensible sentence suddenly appears
To suggest a rhyme, a meter, an image, a theme.
Sometimes it comes full-blown in darkness dream
Awakening me to pen beside the lighted lamp
A random thought, some worldly vision borne
Of an experience I had forgotten long ago like
Sidewalk clamp-on skates and bruised knees.
Something inside my head will not be persuaded
From bursting forth in passionate song full-blown
An expression of truth I cannot aptly call my own
But you, my friend, might say I've made a poem.