you know the routine :)
blank sheet with pencil...


Brain Child

Waiting for the brain child to arrive
Is as waiting for a bus with all
The pacing and straightening and
Will be ever thus I trust and cannot deny.

Sometimes said child leaves me sadly dry.

It stormed tonight quite suddenly and just
Before a mist covered us all in dewdrops.
Even the moon hazed herself... she did not
Outphase herself naturally...and so now...

Now the brain wash can depart
The brain child has arrived.
I sit her on my knee and feed her
Words that she can whisper back to me.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-23 at 22:12

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Effort always leads to an award. A very nice poem, as usual. Keep writing.

Regards,
John.
2010-11-28


vladimir todor turmanev
The capture of tender and precious moments
2010-10-27


NicholasG
Sometimes the eraser becomes a wee snack and the paper an airplane. When totally devoid of inspiration one should listen repetitively to 'Feelings' while reading political editorials.
Something will come to mind, if only a dirge...:-)
xox Nick
2010-10-25


Sid Gardner
Delightful,
Sid.
2010-10-25