I love poems that grow <br />out of themselves <br />out of nowhere really <br /> <br />like an empty window-box <br />you’ve cleared, but haven’t <br />any plans for and one day <br /> <br />some seed from <br />some bird and <br />some meal <br />somewhere <br /> <br />settles in and look <br />yellow courgette flowers <br />sprawling delicately <br />all over the garden path <br /> <br />poems that grow from <br />a random glance <br />like someone gives you <br />a useless present and <br />it asks to be told its story <br /> <br />poems that grow from that <br />patch of waiting soil <br />in the heart saying <br />there’s always something <br />to surprise, to please when <br />there’s earth and water <br />there, <br />and warmth.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-poems-grow/
