marmalade and crumpets
doilies and silver spoons
linen covered table clothes
potpourri scented rooms
dressed with velvet covered lace
hats with feathers and bows
detailed gowns
wrinkled frowns
teacups placed precisely down
the proper richest heir to the crown
gossip flying all around
no subject was too profound
corsets tightened….
extremely…..
stuck up were the bunch
bridge played every tuesday
directly after lunch
tinhearts~
©
2006
HenkStolk
nice writing
tinhearts
xoxox
Mark Ramstead
This a memory?
tinhearts replied
i told you not all my poems are real…lol
i make stuff up that flows through my fingers like story tellers although i don’t know they are coming because i am not thinking about it..it just stats coming out on the screen…sometimes in a tune
from in the shower or the yard or who knows but the book is not a diary that’s for sure…i write from my room alone…and imagination i didn’t know was there will start typing…
allot were real feelings and realities at the time..most is…
but that is for the reader to decide which is which ;)
Mark Ramstead
How do you write? Type. Write? Word? Do you rewrite much? Stream of consciousness?
tinhearts replied
stream of unconsciousness…...only on the computer. i cannot write a poem on paper..well, usually now..but it has happened ;)