Gone: a Fibonacci sonnet


gone
missing
where is it?
lost inspiration
gone poetry,   gone muse knows where
unwritten dandelion fluff blown by every wind

but now the breeze blows fairer spring
winter to lay rest,   sap flowing

seeds of poetry long ago sewn sprout all anew
new verses come from muse knows where
new inspirations
filling lines
written
here

David M Pitchford

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