Writing Poetry

‘That’s a beautiful poem’,

she said.

‘Where were you sitting when you wrote it?

I would imagine you by a river

with the water babbling by

and the birds singing’

I had to tell her, ‘no’,

that I was sitting by my computer.

That that is where I always write.

No pencil or pen for me

with my endless edits

and illegible handwriting.

Except

when an idea occurs on a sleepless night.

Then it’s off to the bathroom to catch it

and hold it fast.

The bathroom,

where there’s a supply of tissue

that will do the job

and a pencil

kept specially for the purpose.

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