Poetry is not something that simply spills from the mind unbidden.

No, Poetry is an essence that travels from one being to the next; it is shared by ingestion of life.

A life absent from the poetic expressions found in the trees, the fall colors, the simple poetry of life will never give birth to anything more than a crusty paper of a lie.
One who lives on a steady diet of hard truth, dipped deep in the stone well of natural poetry will become suffused with the stuff until it weeps from the very pores, and spills dark ink upon the page already stained with tears.

-Ezra