Saturday, April 2, 2016

Catching Poems

by Cheryl Merrick

Write a book?
My head shook – No!

After the beautiful burst,
I no longer thirst
to express my thoughts.

Drudgery, drudgery, drudgery,
is all that remains.

No, a poem is my speed.
It far better fits my need.

In a moment the thought is caught
before its fragile glow can be lost.

My patience remains intact,
and soon I am back
from roaming the realms
of my mind.

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