The moment of inspiration can come from memory, or language, or the imagination, or experience - anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form.
Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine.
Poetry and prayer are very similar.
I like to think that I'm a sort of poet for our times.
I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales