Found Poem at the Coffee Loft
I escaped my desk
well into the afternoon-
A poem awaits!
All of my groggy
early morning musings
have evaporated.
I cast about, eat my soup
The placemat! A wordsearch!
Is “poot” a word? or “gaior?”
Better check the list,
must be simpler choices.
Here we are!
The cool side of the pillow
has been harder to find.
My body steams like a radiator,
my bed a heat lamp that no fan
can quench.
True story, and…back to work.
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Tania – I like the playfulness here! Enjoyed the poem.
I think 5 th stanza a perfect poem that can stand alone! “The cool side of the pillow….”
Thanks for giving us this delightful insight into your writing process!
So good Tania. We don’t find poems they find us