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he got up at bedtime stretched and gathered the sheets

shook up the pillows sorted the pages and went to his desk

thoughts and emotions dripped from fine ink on paper

looked at a day’s worth of poetry philosophy and reflection

laced with emotions intuition and balance to be embraced


when he stumbled on seeming inconsistencies and doubts

he tickled his fancy with a feathered quill and let out a sigh

arranged reconstructed and narrated what should have been

meanwhile the roof was leaking and the fireplace was in ashes

for he was poor and his writings would never pay the bills


a mouldy loaf starred at him when he opened the fridge

at least the electricity supply had not yet been disconnected

his heart warmed with pleasure at the sight of some pasta

no sauce and no cheese but a drop of milk for his thirst

food for thought would carry him through hours of hunger


metaphors happily mingled with synonyms and anagrams

states of subconscious flow enlightened transcendence 

grammatical constraints had never been his strongest suit

and he was still in his nightgown exuding musk and dust

a lonely semicolon was confused as it looked for its place


cheap coffee and a few fags encouraged further creations

of a lost wonder world with dreams and mysterious events

he would shape his past and his future in fantasy and magic

shed normative pressures conventions and crude dogma

leave them in plain sight to remind him of his true calling


he sought independence and freedom rather than money

critiqued and portrayed the sad state of deceptive affairs

that surrounded him unless he dipped deep into the inkpot

scratched and scribbled prologues sequences and an epitaph

maybe one day he might be given kind posthumous acclaim


30th August 2020

Sponsor: William Kekaula 

Contest:  All In A Day
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