This is the meadow.
It slopes from bright South
down to the West and North
from the primroses in the southern hedge
was about to speak to you
assuming that there is a you right there and now
Surfacing from deep sleep, that moment
when the disciplined get up immediately,
the self-motivated can’t wait to get on doing their life,
the blest open their eyes with praise upon their lips,
for no real poem has a first line
any more than a real book
has a first page
O ppoemhunter - hear my pplea:
please dropp that ppleonastic p!
Suppose your spelling, dropp by dropp
There has to be a reason:
dogs bite postmen.
It's not just that they jump up the sofa to the window
I’ll find a better guy,
but I’m starting to think that
everyone’s pretty much a mess.