Nice timing. I am actually just 9 days into my generative exercise in which I write a poem every day as quickly as I can. Now, I don't know if this works or not, but as I mentioned in the writing podcast, for me writing poems comes out of stitching pieces together. What that tends to look like, is I hear something or read something that strikes me and I put it in my phone or on little scraps of paper and then later I run them through the ol' brain and out of the fingertips and see what comes out with those words from earlier.

Today I have this:

  Most people drown quickly: a twenty second struggle, 
  minute and with all the grace of a banana swallowing
  a banana slug.  Missed words: they, their, are, with,
  were, these, fur, skin, warm, little, inside, etcetera,
  the surface is as tense as it ever was and the body goes
  slack, drifting down under the salvation, down under
  the tears the sun refracts through and comes to rest
  in a little box, an offering to the earth as if some debt
  were owed, some deed to be collected on and filed
  away, a debt to the soil as if life were ever clean, ever
  free from the debris cast off from all those myriad stars.