Hands do not tremble

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Odd thing.

Still.

When I do nothing.

Quiet after relaxation.

Manage during concentration.

Spilling water from a glass.

Never knowing when it will hit.

So,

I make roses from tomatoes.

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Added on November 2, 2018
Last Updated on November 2, 2018

I tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..

Been a stretch