daily dues

Oh mind please, iron steeling image
or copper plating paper,
really a myriad – not an eye
escapes a sink into study
– yet beware of the lust after
the diamond – better to be beyond
the knees and grubby – let nature’s nails etch
a tome of tales – someone performed magic,

oh this is not for the limp or mush-stuffed,
but the toughest and the hardest can scorn
spotlight yet a petal shatters flesh
of armor so tadpole tears flood what
appeared the plainest plain and still gather
strength and bundle will to sweep debris
and eat and cup the creek’s cool flow and wash
down every grainy gritty bit

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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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