Poems

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Kerikeri rooster
prematurely announced the dawn at 4am
prompting foul thoughts
of paltry Xmas dinners

Posted by Roger Smith at 10:31 AM

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..who knows where a poem come from
or where it goes

if not captured on the keyboard

or paper scraps left dangling

tantalising thoughts that refuse to die

from a misspent childhood of daydreams

the rest of class forgotten

growing up, growing inward, awareness

that sometimes a word will scream

hear me, write me, read me

or soon I'll pass you by

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By Roger Smith

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