Daily poem Doubting



Stranger to the night

Tentatively turn the sleeve to light

Make strength a buried mutter

Peak to pleasure a spreading splutter

Beat an egg wise to wink at the window

Pile of wood, burn a rainbow

Travel the river, pass the cross

Floating chamber, flight of arrow

Spend all the pencil case money

Charge the name for being cunning

Scatter a fact, mean to teach dug out dreams

Not what it seems

Matter of presence

Mind over speakers

Crumb snatcher


November 13

Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 2014

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