Poetry Writing

Poetry Writing

Sun glinted off the still pond

Hiding the flurry of life

Beneath those still waters

These are the words

That came out of my pen

When

I sat down to write

Last night

I write what I think

Let’s have another drink

Sometimes it makes no sense

But in my defense

Poetry can be

Something you see

In your mind’s eye

Without a lie

So it all comes down to

What do you do when you go to the loo?

© Phil Renaud 2015