Bits and Pieces

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I find them all the time

bits of paper

words scribbled on napkins

crumpled envelopes

that hide in the bottom of my purse,

or fall from my pocket

when I pull out my keys,

pieces of me

starts of poems

a thought that whispered

softly in my brain,

lines and words that wait

patiently to become a poem,

so I gather them up

all these bits and pieces of me

and one by one

discard them to the trash.

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bigwolf March 11th, 2013 07:18
good write, I tried do write down my thoughts, but they disappear before I find my pen
BrokenWordsPoet March 11th, 2013 10:00
Bonnie you brought a smile to my face, you also know how to describe poet; well done... BWP... James...
diamonddagger March 11th, 2013 10:43
I never throw any bit and pieces away. I hoard them like a miser and on a rainy day I find them and try to do something with them. I cherish these little insignificant pieces of tissue and envelopes like they were gold. LOL Fun write. diamond
colin March 12th, 2013 14:52
Excellent poem I never write down on bits & pieces beacause I go insane later trying to turn them into poems

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