A Tchotchke

The day's transpired pleasantly, no
Tortured artist's trials, no desire
To create until this moment,
And make no mistake, what's here's
Not meant to fill a void. It's just
A thing which came to mind,
A tchotchke. Keep it if you'd
Like, and I'll go back to gliding
Through this lovely, tranquil day.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-12 at 22:53

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice, in the best sense of the word.
2021-01-13


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You had me on the title Forced me to look it up. Well chosen!
Thanks Larry. Learned something today!
2021-01-12