'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...
VerityAlways over 1 year ago
I like the first stanza
sully over 1 year 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.
VerityAlways over 1 year ago
Thanks for sharing, Sully. I haven't read him yet