On the creation of poetry

So, what we must do then,
to create poetry?

Milton lost three wives, a Kingdom and a Republic.
Eugene England received a letter from Bruce R. McConkie,
the whole world read, while still in the post.
Carolyn Lynne Pearson lost her covenant partner to love and AIDs. 
I nearly lost my wife, due to gastric cancer.

Can one desire to be a poet?

Is poetry like a seed, resting in your soul?
Mine would never have come forth but to battle with my shame,
and the possible loss of my wife.

How then do two great suns grow brighter and their orbits wider,
as they strengthen their relationship?

Tobe and influence those, in their orbital sphere.

When away I think nothing but of her.
When together I fear the loss of the connection, with her.

This then the one I have no commonalities with is the very center of my soul.

Then this remains the question, how to strengthen this bond,
as we grow brighter, and our orbits increase?

Is it then the task, of poetry?

The first poets, in Israel, became the prophets.
The psalms then they sang, and wrote, and prayed.

How then now, to be a poet and a prophet, as in ancient Israel.
This, then to be family-centered and church-supported.

In the end, all I have are the children, 
and the wife, and the memories, 
we then create, anew.

This then I am told “Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; 
out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.”
William Butler Yeats.