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
~~~
luna's on line 
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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You’re most welcome dear friend
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he is you not me
write right
left alone
i feel so much more alive
but i want my damn hour baaack!
poooh yeah!
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Oh dear, sorry about your lost hour. Still, we are a little closer now!
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to what? not all the world does as such thankfully
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I love imagining who lives in certain houses. This was so much fun.
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Oh yes, me too. I love to be nosy around these posh places.
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Great writing ideas can “arrive” when doing physical labor. Excellent poem, Chris!
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Ah well, it was true about gardening this week… pulling up spuds! Thanks Dave.
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they tend to appear that way…like a dart…
lovely where the image took you, Chris…🤍
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Aww, thanks so much, Destiny! 💛
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my pleasure…🤍
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Amazing what a spent garden can yield for inspiration. Lovely poetry!
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Just saying well done plants! Oh, and some naughty squirrels too.
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Beautiful 😍
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Thank you, Priti. 💛
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🙏
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Chris this is perfect for both prompts. I love that it’s such an unusual take ….it really works 💜💜
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Aww, thank you so much, Willow. 💛💛
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Credit where credit is due 💜💜
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I like where your thoughts took you, Chris. Only a poet can think like that!
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And she found the idea of a poem to versify! 😉👏💞
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I know that ‘dart’ !! 😂
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That is a beautiful poem creating an image. This is what they call a imagist poem right?
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A kindred spirit is the poet!
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