I'm a latecomer to this; nevertheless, I would say a word or two.
Sometimes I feel that poetry frees me, rather than I freeing poetry.
When a poetic idea grabs me in my bed, I have to jump up and scribble away.
Nearly every night this year, I've hatched a poem before going to sleep sometime between 12:30 and 3:30 a.m. Some I finish right away; others emerge over a day or two. I am currently following three modalities:
(a) spontaneous poems that arrest me any time they want to (I'm the prisoner, not the poem);
(b) INKlings (as in duck/ducklings, "little inks"), my own creation, in which I write on a fixed pattern from an unflagging flow of inspiration; and
(c) octets, which also follow a (traditional) fixed pattern and its variations, which I can do with my eyes closed.
never too late, cabcool
it's here as long as anyone cares to reply to it
lol, i've even written about that first of yours... i cannot write the poem, the poem writes me. quite a long time ago, now. they do still happen that way, sometimes
INKlings.. that's so freakin' cute. love it as a name. so these are you determining the form/original idea but opening yourself you become conduit? did i understand that right?
your octets: is this where you control content as much as form? so more in the line of what i'd call 'head' poetry; the other stuff that bubbles up, virtually writes itself, is 'heart poetry' in my terminolody