Why?

My friend Walt says "poetry erupts from below us into our consciousness and has a high probability of being true."

Yes, it does. And I wonder why poetry only erupts at certain moments and not at others. The three poems I wrote this month (posted below) arrived unbidden. They just showed up, unannounced. Rarely do I write poetry.

And I censor myself way too much! How can one break such a terrible habit?