This is my first attempt at steam of consciousness writing so please keep in mind that I’m not supposed to polish or refine it in anyway *yikes so totally not me*. This is just the way stuff rolls out of my brain. Thanks to Lindaghill.com for the prompt.
Sip sap sup
I wonder what is up
to sip the sap of maple trees
or sop up supper’s gravy please
and what of sep a septuagenarian?
a separate gregorian?
I think this poem is a flop
written by some brainless sop.
😉 Yeah, my mind is a weird, dark labyrinthine maze.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP