Poetry (Day 232): The Poet


The Poet

The poet, trawling through all
the words that he knows;
pulling apart phrases
and stories and snatches
of overheard conversations;
choosing exactly
the right ones
to build a poem.

He is like a child
building Lego houses from
half-constructed, mismatched sets.

Or a new lover, picking apart
a half used life, to build
a whole new world with someone else.


3 thoughts on “Poetry (Day 232): The Poet

      • Some days I write a badly worded two line thing I call a poem that says ‘I can’t poem today, I’ll poem again another day.’ Good or bad, it’s all practice and not giving up I guess. πŸ˜‰ Still, limericks have always been some of my favorite poems.

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