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'Words bumble into another
...That is poetry'
Pollen is extracted from old words
For new lexis to develop.

Quill, a dusty typewriter
Ink, fingers, lips and tongue
All bees with stingers
Wings spread these meanings far
Like missionaries with cross on heart
A turtleneck for a clergy collar
Dog-earred notepad held tight in hand.

Busy poets never rest
They seek lavender, roses, poppies;
Top five placing in local writing competitions
£50 to live on till the next,
Friends to spar thoughts with
Your words adorn with wisdom.

Plenty a'paper:
Write, to write, writing.
Write what the meaning is next...

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    I like the first stanza

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    sully 3 months ago

    Thank you Verity, the quote is based off a conversation I once had with a friend about a particular poet's works, Jeremy Over, and how at times words with no related meaning somehow still fit with one another.

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thanks for sharing, Sully. I haven't read him yet

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