Blown in windstorms...
Let me out -
oh squeeze me please -
in tiny fragments -
tiny leaves...
Tossed and crossed -
jigsawed in bits -
scattered - splattered -
nothing fits...
Blown in windstorms -
everywhere -
bits and pieces -
here and there...
A tiny word -
a letter gone -
dots and dashes -
mixed all wrong...
In the darkness -
out of sight -
in the evening -
soft and quiet...
Floating gently -
in the dawn -
a thousand poems -
wait - to be born...
Joy Weare,
19th November, 2009.
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