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 


22 thoughts on “Untitled (a poet’s dilemma)

  1. gillena says:

    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…

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️

      Easter Blessings to you too ❤️ Much love….

  2. Isadora Gruye says:

    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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