Disarray
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I’m just a poem in disarray
some words tossed on the page
A jumbled mess of things to say
that never act their age
Like stanzas baked in carrot stew
all mixed and mingled in
Nice woven thoughts on skies of blue
each evening that begin
Or lines without a golden crust
the frosting on the side
So read this if you think you must
or you can run and hide
There might be terms like diamond rings
for shining someone’s shoes
Some tiny fries called fingerlings
sold on the evening news
A basket I forgot to weave
with verses on a thread
If that is something you believe
it’s something that I said
A phrase or two out on display
the perfect scenic view
Or just a poem in disarray
penned on this page for you
11/15/19
Disarray Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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