Poetry

Three Poem Treats

Posted by Joe Linker on

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.]

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. bristlehound says:
    September 27, 2018 at 3:52 pm

    And as life progresses, hopefulness becomes our only friend.

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    1. Joe Linker says:
      September 27, 2018 at 3:57 pm

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

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  2. ivor20 says:
    September 27, 2018 at 11:15 pm

    Your little treats were like tasty appetizer’s

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    1. Joe Linker says:
      September 28, 2018 at 1:38 am

      Thx Ivor. Sometimes that’s all we need.

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      1. ivor20 says:
        September 28, 2018 at 3:27 am

        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/

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