Tuesday, 3 March 2015

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