Tentative Steps - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I pen my thoughts and become a sage
Taking tentative steps in rhythm
I garden with words and set the stage
Making each paragraph and line mine.
And as dawns light touches the page
I am struck by what has evolved
What once was hard and cultivated
And looked forced and unresolved.
Now looks effortless and organic
And where once was darkness
Now there is only a botanic-
Garden of flowering goblets.
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