What it says on the tin.

Seeds of Poems, Perhaps


Ten minutes of four

in the foredawn darkness:
shall I grab a notebook?


My Hail Marys:
punctuated by the body's
farcical interjections!



Organic blueberries
in a bowl of Cheerios,

tart pods of health.



Low of 26
expected by dawn ---



 Maureen is beautiful:

            the world must know!




The name Naomi
is my favourite song.



My pen stuttersteps,
forgets how to spell
simple words.  

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Written on 2020-11-20 at 14:23

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah... morning with all the “stuttersteps”. lots of seeds here to plant and tend. Nicely done my friend!

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Charming and witty and engaging. I like these "seeds" very much. Thanks for posting, Tom!