TRASH


Never throw out your feelings in the morning.

Stave off the desire to change when feeling blue.

When your thoughts feel like a louse beneath

your skin take a breath. Without any qualm, say:


I am hope and fear made an alloy.

I am the two roads that are unmet.

I am a sandy beach on a summer day.

I am the frame that holds the model.


A trout contracts their fins, drops to the water bed.

A beech tree will thrive if it is not waterlogged.

A horse will neigh whether anxious or confident.

A gavel sounds when the highest bid is reached.




Robert Harper


Poem 29: #NaPoWriMo 2022

(Wordle, Quordle & Octordle results from 29th April)