Title before the Poem/Egg before the Chicken???

I have this unfortunate talent for discovering a title before I can fully imagine the poem that goes with it. I woke up yesterday with such a title and ever since have been trying to come up with an opening line. Anyone else have this problem? Or am I uniquely insane?

Loved this One

I loved this. Funny and yet also beautiful.

been breathing too many fumes running after the poetry bus

Name on the Wall

graffiti

Babilu

Some workshopping going on on Babilu this week. Really gets to blood pounding.

Rising Sunflower

Secret countries rival

between the long-legged trees

crowned  with sunbursts,

the happiest orange

This field, 

a world enough of color

to overshadow all 

the dark-damp ground below

One head nods above, petals spread 

like arms of rising sun

Nautilus

A folded heart

thrown down on the sand

like abandoned love,

an exquisite exoskeleton:

its graceful curves

wrapped tight as fingers

in a worn-out glove

New poems

For the longest now I have posted more visual art than poetry. It is addictive working with images, deciding what they are after they are finished. It is a bit like automatic writing. I think I need to  put my pen to paper just move it around and around and see what emerged. For starters I am going to try to make poems to fit the images I have been posting. Lets see what happens.

Fresco

Perfect Sunset