John Ozemko Poet Free verse

A Fine Kettle

Grasping a plot 
from my store of meddles
I spread, 
near the sink, 
verbs and nouns
I've found.
Cleaving each 
to a size
then heated derive
a fragrant misty theme.

   . . .to be continued. . .

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Robert Warlov April 5, 2023 at 12:27 AM The product of "meddles" and having to be heated and cleaved at least. And who can say what other sacrifices the path eventually must command ~ Birthing a poem . . . as though we had a choice ~ of Babel ruin.

Alexis Y. February 2, 2023 at 8:31 AM Hi John, I echo what Elizabeth said. Thanks for stopping by page today. Have a nice day:-) Alexis

Elizabeth Mccann January 31, 2023 at 2:29 PM So cleverly ambiguous! Enjoyed it. (Don't worry about looking up my stuff; I'm totally stuck at the moment.) Elizabeth