Jottings Poems - Poems about Jottings

...JOTTINGS Folded paper and scribbled notes Mutterings of my cluttered mind Things to do I hope to remember The memory club, I’m a member If not, then that’s why I will find Ideas are sheep, wo......Read the rest...

...Inside a library of things uncountable, clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets gather words out of nothing. Mind dust wafts. A woman approaches with an armful of my early, roughly cobbled......Read the rest...

...A fellow poet has passed away. I did not know him in person, in person he was a name with a only a shallowly linked life unknown to me. Yet on an internet forum we talked of poetry gathering......Read the rest...

...Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep In avian society talk is cheep ** A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’ ** The poli......Read the rest...

...WHIMSICALITY nonsense  verse & limerick in   extraordinary visual sketchesin a diary  of requited  jottings down & visiting  images  the pictorial aide-memoire of observation......Read the rest...

...Inside an old library of things uncountable; clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets. The air is musty, thickly clothed, muffled and club fingered. Incidentals are listed on the cuff of the......Read the rest...

...I have a blank white sheet On which to write my thoughts. But it glares right back at me, And ideas I have naught! I sit at my computer And look around the room. My brain is just as empty As......Read the rest...

...I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom? He said where the hell is that stink from? My dog cocked his leg We smelt rotten egg Because he had eaten my stink bomb * My cat......Read the rest...

...in the dust of butterfly wings short stories of immortalised era, a type cast 'pigeion holed'. a history as well as an ......Read the rest...

...Inside an old library of things uncountable clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets. ‘things’ nothing can be excluded yes the air is musty, thickly clothed, muffled and club fingered, ......Read the rest...

...A laptop waits in its black nest. I consider not writing anything, ignoring the blood deep voices. I wish I had a few ending words to write, completing one story and the beginning first lines ......Read the rest...

...BLANK CANVAS Many days, In many ways, I just sit there, Mind all blank Nothing of note or new appears, Of wanderings thoughts to be, My page is all bare, Jottings down don’t share, For the......Read the rest...

...It was judgment hour at the village show: I was volunteered as they thought I'd know how to discern between eight small bottles of rhubarb and ginger vodka tipples. Tasting just a sip from each o......Read the rest...

...Adventure - A Didactic Cinquain Adventure? Imagined, GRAND... Experimenting, traveling in space, total care giving? Braver that I, perhaps? Dangerous undertaking?? Astronaut? Maybe not, GR......Read the rest...

...Under the pale pink rose trellis Rose blossoms rained down The scent is awesome from petals There upon the ground There is a new neighbor On this country road For I saw him check out C......Read the rest...