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