slight refurb while still title-looking

a word like play works to say
the meant all this time
sought credence
clearance to lay down and
in and jellied tears
trickle like glazed-over
laziness to the floor

which will create
the very first echo
and prime the occasion
to come rub
the old brazier
that long ago was cast
by plentiful copper

all of which the biggest
Turk in his manor
that is stately and seaside
is deafeningly
impervious to

so flowers in it
will at most be children
running through the tapestry

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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