trying to get back to the base preference

So this idle name
chilling on the bench
at the city’s biggest
park in the pink

of an evening
and scraping an old blade
on a maple chunk
picked out for the slowing

of runaway trains
of thought but unconcerned
with a shape other names
could put tags to, when

all of a sudden
from under the arch
furry with ivies
capable of climbing

and dressing in green
fur all they climbed and hugged,
a pair of letters
whose chatter gave away

foreign soil origins
came strolling and the idle
name no longer idle
or the blade became

idle while the topmost
cap stared in a trance
that hadn’t befallen
since those times in that phase

for the lower cases
needing rehabilitation
and there was a pen
twitching indeed as the single

passion flowered within
and in a determined tone
vowed, I’ve no other purpose
in this sprawling city

of ether than to see
how those letters may fit
a name forlorn from
nearing obsolescence


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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