Accidental Poet

By Christopher Rupley

 

It begins as

a beautiful accident,

or in the very

least a quiet secret

that is initially

unsure of itself

 

The scribbling on

unbound sheets

that often fall to

the floor,

crumpled,

torn,

and misplaced

 

And when all

your thoughts remain

on a page for days,

months and ages,

it seems

 

You forget that

there is a life to

live,

a temple to maintain…

 

 

 

 

 

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