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William of Surry
seemed in a hurry,
the Olde Fish Shoppe was fresh out of sturgeon.
He needn't have worried
his angst being harried
was quite out of place for a surgeon

Dr. Wm. took control,
he baited his pole
and from his fish boat he did fish,
four fish was his goal,
perch, halibut and sole
would make the most tasty of dish.

It's the early bird,
so William had heard
that gets all the worms, you see,
He thought that absurd
and quite for the birds
so he woke up at quarter of three.

William of Surry
his eyes somewhat blurry,
mistook a fat worm for his finger,
He hooked it, yes siree
his blood thick as slurry
assuring his pain would linger.

© JPW -2013

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics– we’re writing to the artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein

Leaving For the Fall

Held aloft

for a reason,

                     a season...

  a lifetime becomes shorter

the longer the days d 

         e 

          c 

      l

        i

                        n

                          e,

Winds adjudicate and extricate the greenery

which litter the scenery with browns and orange,

crimson, 

yellow... so many left to fend 

for in the end

leaves become languid and bitter.

Tossed about in flutters and wafts,

this once upon a greenery...

They litter the scenery.

© JPW – 2013

dVerse Poets Pub - OLN #115

Memoir of Me at Three

Clumsy kid always hid
in out of the way places.
Atop the refrigerator...
in the pigeon coop...
under the front porch...
I carried a torch for the girl
next door (she was much older)
all of four. Walks in the pram
holding hands and sleeping
together under the trees 
in the park. Afraid of the dark,
loved my mom and dad,
had a sister and two brothers
(with others in my future),
skinned knees and sutures.
A silent sort, never resorting to words
when a good hand gesture
would suffice. A very nice life
when I remember me at three.

© JPW 2013

Written for (but too late to submit) dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Try to Remember