Once upon a time . . .
It may not be written
Or spoken aloud
And the genre doesn't matter,
Nor location or time,
But it's there in each mind's eye
When writing prose or rhyme
The words all come from somewhere
Events, experience, imagination
Then they are suitably organized
Into a unique and new creation
To be absorbed and savoured
as something sublime
that at one time began with
Once upon a time.
Trying to write and that's as far as I got!
YOU ARE READING
Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoesíaFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.