I’m not remembering
what planted the seed
Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times
The bare bones of the vocabulary
Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight
No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts
At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.
I have two this week.
I am my best self when I feel like a lunatic but I just don’t care..I think that might also be aging:)
– Pat R
Some people are so poor, all they have is money.”
– Chance The Rapper
For One Liner Wednesdays over at Linda’s. Pass by and checkout some one liners.