second flush

photoart roses
poem & photoart – ©2018 Laura Granby

It only takes a second of metaphorical time
to tie pieces of poetry on a line
baited for the challenge as fish to fly
– no match for a prize writer though
nor ever runner-up to best of show
just jottings down to free the flow
keeping pace for yet another go
this word association in a heated rush
succeeds by way of a second flush

A hurried planting in the Imaginary Garden’s prompt: April Second

32 comments

  1. Your opening line is absolutely mesmerizing!💜 sometimes it’s more satisfying to write good/fun poetry rather than winning a prize. There is always next time 😉

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  2. “…for fish to fly.” Indeed. That’s how I feel about poetry these days. I wrote poetry as a teenager; then I went to J-school and lost the desire and the talent. I much prefer reading your poetry. I would have to write 100 drafts, and, still, I wouldn’t be happy with my own verse. Very nice words and image. 🙂

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    1. That is sad Beth – sounds like J school killed the seed. I appreciate the times you stop by to read my attempts but were it not for the likes of you and the wider poetry community I would not dare to show a single line. I hope you find your Muse – sometimes it takes a tempting prompt for us fish to take the bait.

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