Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Slip
The words walk behind
to half catch the contemplation
to make a sense of not a lot to do
All the while there are whispers
in the gantries of the molecular mind
Trickle, trick. trickle, trick, trickle
All these hours all the while
whispers behind the conversations
Did you think, trickle trick
that would be the thick of it
to make a sense of not half to do
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here