sauntering

Sauntering How does one go about writing  a lovely poem, one that does not have lines like comparing her eyes to a crying  Morning rose alone all night in the garden I like olives, not the plant that is, rather boring, but it's fruit, in a jar with the pips taken out and free of bother, going through pages finding a word that fits with olive I wrote a poem themed on Oedipus, But the site that prides itself on publishing Everything, you can find the poem unless You are prepared to look to dawn. Let me say something trite: I'm happy  to have a roof over my head, but if the The roof is not yours, one has to side with  those in power of the day.