Just as a sudden rain falls after a sunny day
Most great poems are sometimes unexpected
The poet lingers around its first word for hours
Making little dots on the first line of his book
Each time the idea perches like a bird on a tree
He hurries to work with hopes to see it end
And growls as the winds lift these birds away
Always the first word; Just as difficult as
Hosting a Christian crusade in Yemen.
The poet will be gummed to his chair all-day
Staring at his ceiling and scratching his hair
What can be more difficult than a first word?
Surely his mother will call out from her room
"Do you know where I kept my underwear?
The poultry house needs to be quiet.
And go tell the neighbor's dogs to stop barking."
A difficult mother can be more difficult
Than the difficult first word of a poem.
Most great poems are sometimes unexpected
And their first words are mostly difficult
As the word itself, 'Di-f-fi-cult'.
It makes you stare at everything around you;
From the quiet wall gecko on the walls
To the industrious ants around your food crumbs
From the tweeting birds outside your window
To the messy state of your laundry room
As difficult as the poem's first word was to mold
When the inspiration unexpectedly sets in
As spontaneous sex does occur at times
The poet will write a story about his mother
How she was as difficult as his poem at first
He will add a description of the wall gecko
With descriptions of those industrious ants
And he will question why they act the way they do.
Nsikan
Your description of writing a poem (the first word) is so enjoyable with all the meanderings in the process and the humor, as in "as spontaneous sex does occur at times."