Ooops, sorry, a bit delayed. This was written yesterday, but I was travelling and didn’t get a chance to post.
I’ve also just written one for today, but about to rush off for breakfast and may not get round to posting till later.
Poems
Poems
scribbled in pencil
in the margins of
su doku books;
on scraps of paper,
and unfolded envelopes.
On train journeys,
or sitting in cafes,
overlooking the sea,
or staring at pot plants,
and watching passers-by.
Tapped into
the notepad function
of smart phones,
or sent as a text,
to myself.
And sometimes even
typed on a laptop
on the kitchen table
or my old PC
by my study window
overlooking the street.
Poems
can come from anywhere,
and go to anywhere
(or nowhere at all).
I am just
the conduit.
Linda Rushby 21 April 2022
#NapoWriMo
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