Spontaneous
Spontaneous
I feel the tempo of my heart
Arising as I leave the bed
To journey to my quaint toilette
And go downstairs to greet the sun
The food is eaten I recall
I’m all alone with just my thoughts
I watch the wren land on my fount
It stares at me then dips its beak
I sense the writing of a poem
Quickly words come in my brain
I must recall and write words down
Whatever themes I can attain
A sense of pride that makes me blush
To write again with simple words
I have defined spontaneous
Dementia will have to wait
©Ralph Sergi March 19,2016
*I enjoy writing 8 syllable poems that are popular
with Thai. It’s a good exercise to began other forms.
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2016
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