Tiny Poem
hold it, mold it
gently blow
barely live
don’t let it go
nurture, future
warmth is all
others drawn
they hear it’s call
gather more as
round it hover
save it, shelter
under cover
grow it, show it
careful now
rhyme and rhythm
you know how
craft the lines
with care and see
poetry that sets
hearts free
working through the doldrums…
Good things as they say… the Sunday Scribblings prompt is parent..as I read I imagined the words being parented..jae
Thanks jae, I am on holiday but hope to do some catching up on the prompts soon.
lovely poem with a great beat …
hope it helped you move out of those doldrums.
Thanks Deborah, still working on it
Mmm, I love to love it before it leaves.