My mind a buzz saw,
wood chips in decapitated thought
soil chilblained hands
II
Cleansing wood,
the keen smell of sawdust
- good, raw earth drenching
the nostril, clean odour
of nature like my brain,
a broomstick sweeping
the coffee pot speaking ...
bubbles massed in steam
inchoate in their pensive rivulets.
Trinkets
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: nature, earth, good, brain, smell, mind, clean, coffee, thought, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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