repenting with a newbie 2

the spacious hush motif
percolates many a plus
– threads match duds – it is the ideal

on which a complaint wears on a tacky
end – but moments are many for dawdle
days so a butterfly floats

and it can’t vanish so next thing you know
oak trunks are walls and stars are starting
their night parts. Nuts, so the saying blows,

now here we are where it was vowed no more
impulsive wanderlust should traipse;
oh but why fret for all are terminal

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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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