Thinking in poems

My mind has started to think in poems… ย It happened this morning when I first awoke, a poem worked its way out

of bed, before me

And scribbled itself down

on paper discarded the night before

And then crawled out the door

and on to the blog

in regalia full

to be followed by another

Three in fact

while I washed the dishes and flipped my eggs

And drank my cup

down to the dregs

the poem

dissolved

softly

unadored

forgotten

emptied

I think a small drop fell on the floor…

 

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