A List

A poem about order

I wait to be called

to arrive ready,

to the writing.

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No need to dress

or brush my teeth,

or rise from my slumber.

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I sit, I savour, I listen

to the dark,

I wait to be inspired.

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I enter a garden

fragranced with perfect,

fancies calling for action.

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REWINED:

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1. First I wake.
2. Then I listen
3. Blink on eden
4. Smell the roses
5. Move to pen
6. Expose myself again.

By Lennie Varvarides, Dec 2020