Rediscover how to be poetic

I feel as though i have completed this goal. And i am happy about it.

A couple of poems i wrote while i was travelling through Europe.. here is one.

My first attempt at an iambic pentameter

_The snow and ice on trees is like a dream,
And makes the world feel fresh and new and clean,
The truth, i know, is not as pure as snow,
Across the earth the pain and blood still flow._

Thurs 22nd Dec 2005

Walking through the park,
Fountain sprays icy water,
Winter on my face.

When i was younger, i wrote down everything i felt. And everything i wrote, came out in verse. I would spend hours just writing, and the more i wrote, the more i felt, and the more i felt, the more i would strive to capture exactly what i was feeling on page. And i used to do it quite well.

I still feel just as much, if not more. I see more beauty in the world than i used to, when most of my writings were about feelings struggling inside me. I just wish i could capture the beauty i see in the way i used to describe my anguish and rapture.

How do i recapture my voice and pull the beauty out of the world to put on my paper?