some
things are just too poetry
for
poetry
a honey
spoon
a
waterfall
a silvery
moon
a
constellation of stars
the tail of
a fiery comet
a rainbow
arcing
across the sky
a baby’s
bonnet
in fact
don’t
write
anything
to do with night
no owl or
wolf
or bat or
ghost
no candle
– shining in the dark
weather
is a problem too
with April
showers
or blazing
sun
a sudden fall
of snow
frost or mist
or fog
a
cotton-candy cloud
is just
too
for a
poem
other
poetic animals to avoid
poetic animals to avoid
are
horses
well stallions
cats
well toms
or tabbies
cats
well toms
or tabbies
dogs
eagles
and their eyes
and their eyes
snakes
and lizards
spiders
starfish
whales
eels
weasels
the first cuckoo
the first cuckoo
longing
is difficult
and love
and lust
and
patience
and a first kiss
or a last kiss
or falseness
and a first kiss
or a last kiss
or falseness
and
pretence
a garden fence
a garden fence
mud
trust
especially
if broken
derelict
houses
with fractured
window panes
in the
rain
where
no-one has lived for years
not really lived
not really lived
old cars
worn
carpets
rugs and
wallhangings
pictures
in frames
and old
photographs on pianos
slatted
Venetian blinds
parlour
palms
oh and
you
your arms
you
your arms
your eyes
your nose
especially
if you are a baby
and it is a button
and it is a button
your
heart
my heart
your blood
my blood
and the things blood does
my blood
and the things blood does
milk
tears
tea
sympathy
sympathy
cherries
overripe
blackberries
dripping from vines
all just a bit too rich for me
and now I think about it
there's not really much
you can write about
at all
dripping from vines
all just a bit too rich for me
and now I think about it
there's not really much
you can write about
at all
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