A Bed of Poems
A word
A line
A title
A situation
A seed is planted
In the bed
That’s made for poetry
They grow under
The sunshine of my thoughts
Toward that consciousness
That is my mind
I water them with time
Fertilise them inspirations
A line
A leaf
They slowly grow
Some are fast
Some are slow
Some turn into weeds
To be pulled
And cast
When they bud
I know there nearly done
Just a little more
Water an sunshine
Then they bloom
Time for vase
And gaze
Most loose
Their petals
And bloom
But all I want
Is just one to
Ever last
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