< Poems by Linda Harvey >

The cat sat on the mat

you've upset my equilibrium
(thank goodness)
and want rhyme.

Well I lay awake all night,
feelings in a plight.
Not going to panic though:
let life sort it out.

Do you like my little poem?
It feels like it's roaming
into territories new.
No map. Uncharted.

So now that I've started,
I'll go
. . .

Linda Harvey. For permission to re-use contact  godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.