Evolution of Poetry

When I was younger
Poems sprouted from my head like little seedlings
I had a swirling ball of creative energy in my head
Pink and blue and purple
Yellow, red, green
Words were everywhere
I could pull them out of the air
Pull anything out of my mind
Give it water, air, sunshine, life

It still glows inside me
But now I know
Poems
Lie in corners
Wait in cracks of stone walls
In laughter
In everything
And nothing
And you have to wait
Apreciate them when they come

Sometimes they stay with me
Sometimes they are fleeting moments
Only for myself
Shy, and I get to nurse them to health
pinch the perfect words, and help the bad ones
Some love the spotlight

They lie everywhere
In my head
In the old rocking chair
That new can of paint
My Grandma's hands

But the best ones come from 
Other places
Others,
The world untold
Let it all
Unfold.