It astounds me that such an insignificant item could bring my car, my household, and my entire week to a screeching halt, but isn't that the way life works? Many small things can make big trouble: a pebble in your shoe, a microorganism in your breakfast egg, a missing bolt on a bridge. What else? Your challenge today is to make poetry out of the small things that make big trouble in your life. I'll start:
Bitty bolt, flywheel
flusterer, screech and clatter
til all systems stop.
2 comments:
Autumn, bugger me,
core values rounding like dogs,
penning outcomes, deans.
D.
For lack of some yeast
fruit and grape juices remain
only sweet, not wine.
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