non poem

don’t mind me ( the not poet)

i’m being mindfully absent

whilst my poet mind takes a trip

into the animated world of words

that can be mined like rich seams

of anthracite for the fueling of this

err…this….err….oh never mind! I’m

the (not poet) What did you expect?

 

NaPoWriMo day 23 and as always I’m hanging with the Toads

 

 

13 thoughts on “non poem

  1. Brendan says:

    The clown sings the most wisely that the seams are dark and deep indeedy. When St. Oran set sail from Iona in search of Manannan (he had fled the Christian dispensation), he came to a succession of islands that had the same message: Not Here. Guess who hung every sign.

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