Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Dexterity


Dexterity not my cup of tea
In verse; but perhaps in poetry
How special to seed my money
For that soothing cup of tea

I wish I could harness sentences
Persuade not dissuade all responses
Or invent evocative lines
Like the French to fine wines

I keep plucking away
One day, surely not today
Perhaps I’ll find my sunny May
After a long Siberian freeze lay

Almost at the home run
Bells jubilee my poem is done!
“Mommie Dearest”
Who’s the final jurist?

Submitted: Monday, June 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013
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May 31,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

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