Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach

Churning, whirring, refusing to settle for a new day; convincing itself it’s not that time quite yet. Not ready for things to come. Preferring the solitude of a zone still sleeping. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image by Wolfgang Claussen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Waiting Silly Poem – Late is Late…

Eight Lines of Readiness: #SIWOPC

Eight lines in which to eat my way into the stomach of the one; the one who will judge the togetherness of my random thoughts. Random thoughts all bunched up into word chains. Word chains that, if approved off, will be more than ready. Word chains washed, tumbled, starched and ironed. Word chains at the…