Daily Poem – Chance to be

Chance to be


Favoured flavour the month vanilla

Sweet tasting troubadour strums mandolin for courtiers

A lament for spent master mischief makers

Brimming with tureen slurpers

Whisked up cream on top; a fluff of pepper to touch the tongue

Wild plum seedling born through clusters of honesty

Spread on wheat fields with blue and white

A sheer delight, a bathing song

Shades so strong they hypnotise

Traumatise the closed heart crammed in a claustrophobic closet

Little missed profit with coins sat beside her

A share in the cake mixed mercy

Trumpet call falls lame

A blown belief

Lost the same


November 24th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014

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