Half Past Five

At some point in my life, I used to think, How do people find words to write? and How do they write songs and poems? It started with I dwell in Possibility by Emily Dickinson, and soon I started dwelling in the possibility. These poems were written one poem a day, every day for 40 days continuously. Some days, it took two minutes to write; on some days, it took an eternity. On the days of eternal struggle, I had to list words from different places to weave them together. Some poems are from my collection over time