Hi Bob,
They come out of nowhere and everywhere don't they? The poem I posted at FV2 Who owns blue started as a study in various simple colors. Then through the images I found a vehicle for a poem about my daughter growing away from me. I switched the gears ever so slightly through that trigger and came up with the mood (I was blue) if not the true incident(s) of that "realization". And I got to play with color too.
~~Mary
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