Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Another Poem


Asleep I write –
The poem a manifesting mind.
I let it be –
The words appose.

And there! another plate
For you to clean –
Cogitate upon the building blocks.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011










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Submitted: Monday, November 14, 2011
Edited: Saturday, December 31, 2011

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  • Heather Wilkins (8/24/2014 6:38:00 PM)

    so many times a poem is being, manufactured during the night Sometimes waking up at three in the morning to write. a good write (Report) Reply

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