2014 #114

a taste is saying
the sour course comes
in an aligned pewter
plate symmetry and others

will perform like trained lions
when they color the tablecloth
in tangerine and merlot
to gift the atmosphere

packets of the old oval calm
but that cart they are in
the cacophonic kitchen
putting together so why not observe

these squishy strawberries
and let a finger freely dance
in mud for a handful of cherries
itching for attention


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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