A Diary
My life, is, in no particular order.
Alphabetical it’s not.
No neatly packaged A-Z,
Or season watching diary
Fed, by dull entries,
Of duller days
Devoid of any feeling,
Just weather.
My life, is, in no particular order.
Chronological it’s not.
The clock ticks clockwise,
Well it would. My head
Ticks, well it would,
Anti, clock and otherwise.
My life is in no particular order.
Alphabetical it’s not.
No neatly packaged A-Z,
Or season watching diary
Fed, by dull entries,
Of duller days
Devoid of any feeling,
Just weather.
My life, is, in no particular order.
Chronological it’s not.
The clock ticks clockwise,
Well it would. My head
Ticks, well it would,
Anti, clock and otherwise.
My life is in no particular order.
posted by mark at 12:11 am
2 Comments:
Love your poems.Please post more.
Another poem I love to read over and over - I agree with Sandra and would love for you to post more but....I am planning to buy your book. kathy
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