Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Lettering on the sly


time at work,
Writing verses on the lurk,
I embrace my poetry bug
Sustaining it may become a tug.
Facilitating it, are aspects,
Of life and its usual suspects,
Strands of words together,
Many revisions, they weather.
No matter what the throe,
Whatever plans may throw,
Wherever I am sent,
To write on, is my intent.
States and countries don’t matter
Verses are never a smatter
Writings  always my reprieve,
Pictures in words, as I weave.