Recycling.

rhyming quatrains

Recycling.

 

I have a book wherein I write

Odd thoughts as they occur to me

Just scraps that seem as if they might

Develop into poetry.

 

Though some may never see the light.

Others will eventually.

They wait until the time is right

And then somehow mysteriously.

 

Assume control force me to write.

Successfully compelling me.

To recognise they have the right.

To be expressed poetically.

 

A simple note book spiral bound

Wherein recorded randomly

are thoughts of mine and some I’ve found

While reading others poetry.

 

I would give credit willingly

But can’t identify the source

Of things recorded carelessly

Though I apologise of course.

 

Recycling words is nothing new.

It is something most poets do.

To show a different point of view

None can deny  that this is true

 

Sunday, 12 February 2012.

http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

 

 

Reviews

[Chris]

Welcome to this place... plenty of nooks here to find a firm fit. Good people too...

[Tate Morgan]

I do the same thing I have many tablets all over the house