I open the page to write.
I get up.
Make a coffee?
Perhaps a bite to eat?
I wander the kitchen.
Do a couple of chores.
Then when food and coffee are ready,
once again I sit down
and maybe I’ll compose something brilliant!
I open the page to write.
I get up.
Make a coffee?
Perhaps a bite to eat?
I wander the kitchen.
Do a couple of chores.
Then when food and coffee are ready,
once again I sit down
and maybe I’ll compose something brilliant!
Saturn's Premier Poet 