2014 #271

well come to this beam’s varnished spine
my dream who is a wing and fair
from swimming in maroon
and settle your charming crux
and try to dam as best you can
your fidgets so what is most

true can flow and what is most true
is a sin your lord’s records
list in the index
but is hard to find details
about, meaning seeing, treating,
you as a piece instead of your heart

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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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