I think sometimes the best poems are the ones you write quickly. It’s easy to over think a poem. Spontaneity can be very creative. Focus too hard on something and you can lose it completely. (Or as Yogi Berra once said, “How am I supposed to think and bat at the same time?”)
And then of course this begs the question, who? That’s the real question, it seems to me. These manifestations of Creativity that come from (through?) us…from where exactly do they come? One could feel creeped out. Or one could feel awed.