As the day comes to a close
and a poem, though bidden,
goes unwritten, I set pen
and paper aside, sip my tea,
listen and wait. No words
come forth to greet me.
There’s just silence, me, and tea –
a wordless poem that is enough.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
It’s poet-tea
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An observation only a poet would make! You made me smile, LuAnne.
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An observation only a poet would make. You made me smile, LuAnne.
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sometimes words are not enough.
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