
he is a poet
and he walks outside today
and he’s pottering
as usual while he is
pondering a new poem
he is fiddling
around the garden, picking
bits and pieces, here
and there, as he drops broken
pots into the rubbish bin
an interesting thought
appears like a dart, as he
rushes inside, grabs
a pen and a notebook as
he scribbles the first stanza
~~~
Lovely take Chris ❤ ❤
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Thanks a lot, Carol Anne 💛💛
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Beautiful post
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Thanks so much, Satyam.
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Wonderful use of this image Chris
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So glad that you liked that. Thank you so much, Sadje.
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