Slow Sunday
heavy with purple clouds
mountain tops covered in mist.
Reading a book
on how I can cook
a poem clutched in my fist.
Not moving fast
today I go slow
I'm writing a poem
about this day I know.
Writing books advise to write what you know. I say write what you don't know, so you can discover something new about yourself.
Does it take a long time to cook a poem clutched in your fist? Do you have to be quiet and move slowly? Tell us more.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm glad you caught that one, Linda. Well done. I was having fun with that line. It actually takes a lot of time to cook a poem properly until well done. (I actually started with a coma after cook, but I liked what happened when I removed it.) Poetry is like that.
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