Poem 21/03/2022

Seems like only yesterday

when I picked up a pen

and thought to mysen:

“time to scribble my thoughts onto paper

before they turn into vapor

in the big mindcloud”

and its great to be allowed

to express myself;

grab the pot of ink from the shelf

finally sit down.

Stop acting like a clown

and write……

ppfff can’t think of owt to write about.

Published by Russell Jones

B A Fine Arts graduate in Sheffield.

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