Three Poem Treats

3

If I write the poem in my heart
things fall apart, I fall apart
nocentior can hold
I wrote this panning for gold.

2

If I forget who I am
maybe I’ll be Sam I am
until it comes back to me
who I’m supposed to be.

1

The ironies of life are not
lost on those who iron
the wrinkles from their day
night always increases.

~ ~ ~

[I posted the above poems as tweets on Twitter
one each the last three successive days;
here, I’ve made a few minor changes.
This footnote is not a poem.]

20180920_190701

5 Comments Add yours

  1. bristlehound says:

    And as life progresses, hopefulness becomes our only friend.

    Like

    1. Joe Linker says:

      Hopa, hopian, hoop, circle, cycle. Hmm. Thx B!

      Like

  2. ivor20 says:

    Your little treats were like tasty appetizer’s

    Like

    1. Joe Linker says:

      Thx Ivor. Sometimes that’s all we need.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. ivor20 says:

        I do a series called Tit Bits, a poem made up of 4 or 5 small poems. hmmm, I’ll attach my latest one, https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/tit-bits-15/

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Note.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.