John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Its Pilfered Seed

I steal a little line
From here …or ….there
A half a quote
Still in its underwear
Then weave these words
Into a threaded quilt
Sign my name
Feel a bit of guilt
For without straw
The bricks
Are just wet silt.

So, mix your mortar thick
Feed passion’s need
To hide within its grip
Its pilfered seed.

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Jerry Brotherton August 5, 2023 at 7:24 AM Like the saying goes, there are no new ideas, only words written in different voices. I think most of us would be honored if we knew we had sparked someone else's imagination. I know I would. Thanks John and have a great day.