Six Minutes Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Six Minutes
Six minutes until the turn of the clock.
Five minutes until I must get up.
Four minutes to muse and delight myself.
Three minutes to ponder the nature of self-
Two minutes to groan that it's not enough.
One minute to let the poem sort itself.
Six minutes is for one poem full enough.
It seems you accomplished this poem in this short length of time. Enjoyed this.
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4/25/2024 2:40:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
dear Charlotte, poetry isn't about time restrictions, it's about letting the invisible forces that take you pen, or fingers on the keyboard, to a journey of creation.