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