Hi Sally,
I've enjoyed reading this - though, like others, I'm not too taken by how it 
starts!
So I'm wanting to mess a bit with it. H'm... How about:

Then it happened. (A fine title!)

The words bounced back.
>It was the sunset that did it.
>The way the sky changed colours
>and Venus laughed like a glowing eye.
>The trees did it too, I felt the earth move,
>roots grab the earth, tremble frozen grass.
>I heard bronchial branches sigh into the evening sky
>the caw caw of a mocking crow,
>the creak of an ancient gate opening.
>
>I said I wasn’t going to write again.
Nature wrote the poem on the blank sheet of my mind
>jolted me back Told me to get on with it.

IMO It now feels fresh! The "earth move" phrase is interesting... If you 
want all the sexual connotations associated with the phrase then that's OK - 
after all there's very little said about the sexual energy of poetry 
writing. But, because that phrase isn't too original in itself, if you don't 
want a reader to think: sex, sex, sex! then it might need changing.
And a happy new year!
Bob


>From: Sally James <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New Sub Discovering poetry
>Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 11:02:28 +0000
>
>Hello every one hope you all had a good christmas. It is very quiet on 
>here. I have been in hospital and have been taking it easy. Yesterday I 
>went for a short walk with my dogs for the first time in ages and this poem 
>was the result. Christina thanks for the email card, have tried to email 
>you but message was returned. Hope every one is well.
>
>Discovering poetry (again)
>
>
>I said I wasn’t going to write again.
>I was getting it all wrong.
>So I decided.
>Not one word would slip from my pen.
>Not one pixel would scream on my screen.
>I would be silent.
>
>Then it happened. The words bounced back.
>It was the sunset that did it.
>The way the sky changed colours
>and Venus laughed like a glowing eye.
>The trees did it too, I felt the earth move,
>roots grab the earth, tremble frozen grass.
>I heard bronchial branches sigh into the evening sky
>the caw caw of a mocking crow,
>the creak of an ancient gate opening.
>
>Nature wrote the poem on the blank sheet of my mind
>jolted me back into reality.
>
>Told me to get on with it.
>
>
>
>Sally James