Out of the moon
came a minnow misguided
minutiae distinct as a
creviced crustacean
from the pond
jumped the sunlight
bristling boldly
as the frog
watched alone
his tongue reaching
for flies
nature, so sweet –
a droplet – she cried
(an unusual kind
of intel design)
throughout – from
the window
the night scripted
itself
as the pillow deflated
by sweethearts
caught sharing
a whistle blows –
disturbance unwanted
shut down by a kiss
singing sonnets
in silence
in the backyard
the frog munched
on a worm
goodnight
nature nurtures
as he lies awake yawning
goodnight – lay me down
see you all
in the morning
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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