Serendipity, as prompted by Poetic Asides on 19th January:


Walking around

Just beating the ground

Looking for muses

Amusing myself

I hardly thought

and hardly did know

it was so tiresome

being alone

A baby will smell

so sweet and unreal

A crib will fit well

in my bedroom and wheels

of that carriage will turn

round and round…

Walking around

just beating the ground…

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader