New poems fall
from a tree,
from a vine,
from a bee.
Mostly I dropp them,
‘cos there’s no keyboard handy.
I catch one
- all new and hummy -
and polish it brightly
on my sleeve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
what a delicious image! poems as fruits falling from the tree of life... try to catch as many as you can!
And they do shine brightly so amazingly!
I love this. It made me smile. I am sorry that you lose so many, not having a keyboard handy, though. Perhaps you could carry a pen and notebook with you for emergencies! Smiles.
Nicely caught! Great metaphor Alison.
Beautiful, compact and spontaneous. Thanks Alison that you did not dropp this one. Mostly I dropp too.
Again, you do it so well. Have you read my: A Writer's Dilemma?
Your inspiration has certainly born fruit.
Little bit fun...yet real truth....wise poem
I just noticed your title and understood it! How funny! I'm a little slow on the uptake, lol. I thought of Poe (Edgar Allan) and tree, I never saw Po-e-tree, lol
a great little poem, with images that catch all the senses and a little wit sprinkled on them.
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