Untitled (a poet’s dilemma)

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Tick tock tick tock. I observe as the clock
above hums the storm that brews within.
‘Pull your socks up,’ I reprimand myself.

The sky above a shade of periwinkle blue,
reminds me, day is fresh as morning dew.
‘Choices are crossroads’ I manage a smile.

Scent of apple butter and double espresso
revives from a long day’s work and ruined
hopes. ‘Remember, slow and steady, wins
the race.’

‘and writing is when words bleed on page.’

 

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

& on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses 

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22 Replies to “Untitled (a poet’s dilemma)”

  1. Self reproach is sometimes the best guidance to the soul’s journey

    Easter Blessings Sanaa. Thank you for linking to Monday WRites this morning

    Much love…

  2. This poem grows in such a small space. I like the story that spirals through out and how the narrator finds solace in making sully on the page. Thanks for posting and viva la!

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