there are bits of whitsuns daydreams foamy moments shaving cream there are intermissions crevices edgy head land precipices there are glimpses of past lives like aristotle nell gwynn's cousin irwin rommel & there are draining times plus energies then lemon trees memories x ...
Derbyshire
a trough in the peak district
I stumbled across a trough in the Peak District. Not the greatest picture but that's true. & my mind's inclined to think this is a poem already. Bollocks to them words then -How about you ?
half a carton of weasel juice
Words emerge
from drought to surge,
a smattering / splurge
of urge
then purge.
Or whimsy
& possibly jollity,
a scattering of frivolity
plus ideally probably:
OdDiTy
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That’s it
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resarf poetry 